12 Kidnapping
A delicate, soft hand and the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee woke her from the light sleep that, around the early morning hours, had saved her from her depressing musings.
“Get up, I know you're not sleeping. You even cry in your sleep, you know?” Gina said, crouching at her side.
Something about her appeared different. She had changed clothes and had tied her hair in one of her usual voluminous chignons, but it wasn't that. She seemed quieter as if she had come to her senses.
“I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around. How did you recover your calmness?”
Gina turned aside, smiling sideways.
“Mm… Let's say I overcame the initial shock and I'm beginning to adapt. Rather tell me, is it what happened yesterday to blame for these bags under
