Keisha POV

The cell was dark, but not completely. A single shaft of moonlight filtered through a crack in the stone ceiling, casting pale shadows across the floor.

I’d been counting. Days. Weeks. Months.

I’d lost track somewhere around seventy-three days. Or was it eighty-three? Time blurred when you were trapped in the same ten-by-ten space with nothing but your thoughts and the sound of your own breathing.

The door at the top of the stairs creaked open. Heavy footsteps descended. I ...