SLOANE

Standing outside her cell, I stared at Lucy for a long moment, trying hard to hold back my tears until I couldn't anymore.

Tears escaped my eyes, dropping down my cheeks the more I sturdied her.

She’s seated on the dirty cell’s floor, looking so disheveled and worn out. All she could do was stare back at me and I wonder, how much had she gone through that she couldn’t even move her limbs?

When I appeared before her and she saw me, I saw a small sparkle of excitement in her ...