Gina's P.O.V.
White engraved letters stare back at me from a silver metal plate hung over a ground floor office in building One.
DENTALIA
Dr.sc. Valerie Evans
Dental Office
WORK SOLS:
Prime, Tierce, Quinte 10-20 h
Seconde, Quarte, Sixte 8-18 h
Septime and Octave - CLOSED
My stomach crumbles at the name. Why isn't there a generation suffix to her name?
Maybe I've found the wrong Valerie?
"Potatoes!" a man yells somewhere behind me. "Fried, roasted, oven baked! We've got them all!"
I shut my eyes in agony.
I can't bear another day in here. It's not that it's that bad - it's the acknowledgement I'm living in my own mother's prison of sorts.
The idea is killing me.
"Fresh chips!" the man continues yelling. "Crinkle cut fries! Only one coin a pack!"
I shake my head and ring a li
