When they returned to the island, Abigail wasn’t shocked when her parents locked her in the storage room once again. It had almost become predictable to her, although she couldn’t help but wonder about their intentions. Why had they bothered to bring her to the island if they were just going to imprison her like before? Deep inside, Abigail had long accepted that she was not regarded as a daughter by her parents—they saw her as nothing more than an unfortunate burden. She pounded desperately on the storage room door, but her efforts were in vain; no one came to her aid. Exhausted and defeated, she scanned the dimly lit room, eventually sinking to the ground near the door. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she rested her head on them, consumed by silent sorrow and confusion.
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