***Callie's POV***
"How long have you ladies been here?" I pry.
The two shy away from me, almost embarrassed.
"Is everything alright?" I ask in a more kinder tone, not wanting to offend them.
"We haven't been called a lady in a while or anything so humanizing," Claire murmurs.
"We forgot what it felt like. Plus, from the way we are dressed, we definitely don't feel that way," Myra sighs, looking down at her worn-down rags that barely cover anything.
Looking at her, I'd think she was only keeping herself clean using wipes. A feeling I remember too well. I shiver at the thought of it.
"I know what you mean," I remark.
I bow my head as flashbacks from Chris's previous torture flood my mind. It hasn't even been a year yet since I escaped. I try not to tear up at the thought of not ha
