Was he back? If so, why hadn’t he sent for her? Why hadn’t he come to check on her? Was he tired of her already? Or perhaps he wasn’t back yet. If so, why? Was he hurt? Was everything okay?
Madeline lay on her bed with a thousand thoughts swirling through her mind all at once, she couldn’t help the uneasy feeling that had settled over her, she was worried for herself and for Alvise; worried for herself because he probably had gotten tired of her and her antics and would probably hand her over to…..what was his name? Francis? Friend?
And she was worried for him because he could be hurt or something……but why did she care if he was hurt? He was after all holding her here against her will, or at least that’s what she tried to tell herself because the last shred of dignity she had left wouldn
