Audrey clutched the edge of the windowsill her breath trembling as she tried to calm the storm raging inside her. The flashbacks had started coming more frequently pulling her into the abyss of memories she had worked so hard to bury. The soft hum of distant voices and the comforting rustle of the estate’s evening routine reminded her she wasn’t alone anymore but it felt fragile like glass waiting to shatter.
As the moonlight bathed her face her mind dragged her back to the cold damp walls of captivity. The dim light in the room had done little to soften its brutality; every sound was sharp every shadow threatening.
The faces of the other captives blurred in her memory but Amelia’s stood out sharp and vivid as if etched into her soul. Amelia had been the light in the suffocating darkness
