Chapter Twelve
Last Chance Lost and A Father’s Anger
... he helped me up, and again I was forced to sit in the wheel chair at the insistence of my guardians, and I knew, then, there was truly no further hope of escape. I stared out through my veil in deepening despair and terror at the bustling world of the airport, struggling with small movements under my robes against the chains and cuffs. Certainly, the man from the airline had seen my ankle cuffs and their connecting chain, and I’d intentionally swayed against him so that he could feel my steel belt and restraints, but nothing had resulted, other than him giving me a deeply concentrated gaze. When he’d helped me to stand again, I knew he’d seen my eyes through the veil, and perhaps the tears streaming down my face, but I couldn’t
