Jasmine’s POV

Despair fills me even in my dreams, making me wake up with a start and a frustrated cry for help.

Unfortunately, when my eyes open up, I still find myself in the room, the prison he has locked me in since we got to New York.

I have tried. Tried to think of a solution. Every problem has a solution, doesn’t it? That’s what I was made to believe but not anymore. This problem before me seems to have no solution. I am stuck here for life.

I have cried too. And I am tired ...