The sunlight streaming through the windows of my suite felt offensive. It was too bright, too cheerful for the way my skin crawled.
I hadn't slept all night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom pressure of rough fingers of that guard digging into my shoulder.
Regina had told me that all would be well and I suppose it would. I just needed time to get over it.
Besides, it all happened the previous evening. It was a new day and I had to be strong and push through.
I was staring at my breakfast; a plate of fruit that and pancakes when a knock sounded at the door.
It wasn't the soft, rhythmic tap of Maria or Sofia or Elena that I had become accustomed to over the past few weeks.
It was a sharp, military strike.
"Miss Vancouver,” the strong voice came from behind the door,
