Eden
Day Three
Angie sat cross-legged on the top of her bunk, bored out of her mind. Luna refused to discuss eavesdropping on their kidnappers—or anything else, for that matter—and the German woman across the hall had withdrawn into herself. Reno had passed word down the cells to say that her hand and back hurt, but that she was hanging in there. Not much else to do.
For pure entertainment, Angie replayed scenes from her favorite musical. She’d seen it so many times she could almost watch the whole love story in her mind’s eye. She hummed one of the songs. When her mom lived in LA, she’d been friends with a small-time actress who had later gone missing with her young son. Mom had bemoaned her pal’s disappearance, playing the musical that featured her friend’s most well-known role over a
