ISABEL'S POV
The room was suffocatingly silent again after the mysterious voice stopped speaking. It's been hours and I haven't heard anything else from him. I pressed my ear harder against the wall, hoping to catch another word, another sound—anything to anchor me to the shred of hope that it offered just moments ago.
But there was nothing. Not even as much as a sneeze or a cough. At some point I started to wonder if I had indeed been hearing things.
Still, those few words were enough for me. More than enough infact. They may not have been much, but they had ignited something inside of me. It gave me both the strength and determination to keep going no matter what I was currently facing. I wasn’t ready to give up, not yet.
The distant sound of keys jingling snapped me out of my though
