Nora’s POV.
My eyes flung open to find myself behind bars – the same bars my father always locked me in as a child whenever I got on his nerves.
There was a basement in our house, where he built a cage that felt like an actual cell in the police station. It was mine and my mother’s torture room, where we were told to reflect on our mistakes wherever we offended him.
I had always obeyed his orders, just so I wouldn’t end up in that room again, but there I was - not knowing for how long I would be there.
I tried to move- to sit up, but I was too weak to do so. Painfully, I forced myself to sit up and rested my back on the wall. Even though I was trapped and was in pain, I was still worried about Liam.
“What would happen to his body? Will Vanessa be able to give him a befitting
