A single bed with a thin mattress, that was what made up Danielle’s new bedroom. The size of the room itself looked like a broom closet, but at least it had a window.
Danielle sat on the edge of the mockery of a bed and stared out said window. Unlike the window at the farmhouse, which had a somewhat calming view of trees and grass, the window in the broom closet had a depressing view of an old brick wall, which also limited the amount of natural light entering the room. Danielle had never been to prison before, but she imagined the room she was in could hold a strong resemblance to a prison cell. It certainly mirrored her mood perfectly.
Chip had brought her back to the city the same day Trey escaped and JC was shot dead. They were hiding in an old building, which was clearly overdue fo
