Mary POV

I didn’t know how long I’d been in this room for. It could’ve been a week or a month. I thought about keeping track of the days as they passed by, but I didn’t know if that would cheer me up or depress me.

The only human interaction I’d had was with the guards who brought me food three times a day at gunpoint. One day, I woke up and saw that someone had washed my dirty clothes and brought them back in, folded. The days passed by ...