Ella opened her eyes and blinked at the sunlight streaming through the windows. Slowly and with great effort, she pulled herself to a sitting position as she slowly rubbed her eyes to get rid of the blurry vision. Ella glanced around the familiar room which she had been spending the past two days locked up in as a prisoner. She rubbed at her forehead with two fingers, trying to massage away the tension, as the images of last night came rushing back. The wedding ceremony, the kiss, the short-haired woman, her leaving the party and the last thing she remembered was the words of her mother, 'We want you to know one thing for sure ... that we always love you as if you ... you were our own child'.
'What did she mean by this?..you were our child', Ella whispered.
The sound of the doors unlocki
