Chapter 17
Ivy’s POV.
I tried as much as possible to balance the light from my retina. A flashlight was fixed on my face, and it was all quiet. I realized I was in a tent and lay still. I never believed I would be alive, not till I regained full consciousness and tried getting up. Though I felt pain behind me I couldn’t.
“What’s the matter? Do you feel pain?” The man who wanted me salvaged asked.
“I am trying to not believe I am, but yes, I do.”
“Hmm, I understand your plight, my dear; there are always times like this when you pass through hell and wish it never even existed.”
“Excuse me, sir, where am I?”
He smiled at me and left the glass of tea he took now focusing on my direction. He was a young man from all I observed, maybe around his mid-30s.
“You’re in Silver Haven.”
