Sangavi Pov
The only noise that prevailed in the darkroom was the sound of the door creaking behind me as it closed and I looked back to see from the small glass panel that he was right there waiting for me. The amount of confidence that grew in me just by seeing how he stood there waiting for me made me look back at the woman who sat there on the chair.
Dark circles under her eyes, her hair tied up roughly and her face looked thin as if she had not eaten from days. Her eyes seemed dead, void of any emotions and she sat there in the prisoner orange-colored jumpsuit. The two officers right behind her and I saw how her hands were handcuffed. She looked at my direction and I stopped in my tracks for a second, carefully looking at the person who had ruined my whole life and killed my parents
