The scream cut through the stone walls like a knife and Catalina scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding. "Isa!"
She ran to the door, slamming her palms against it. "Let me out! Something's wrong!"
No response, just another scream, it came out sharper this time, and closer.
"Please!" Catalina hit the door again, harder. Her injured palm split open. Blood smeared the wood. "Somebody help her!"
Footsteps ran past her cell, shouting in Spanish. More footsteps followed, then silence.
The kind of silence that meant something terrible had just happened.
Catalina pressed her ear to the door, straining to hear anything. Her whole body shook.
"Isa," she whispered. "Please be okay."
Minutes crawled by or maybe hours. She couldn't tell anymore.
Finally, the lock clicked.
The door opened.
