Tiara's POV
The following morning, a faint light dimed through the narrow slit in the door.
I thought the morning wouldn't come. Maybe my life would have just ended from the horrible nightmares and the scary silhouette of a man I saw in the cell room last night.
But, the morning came as usual, defeating my plans of desiring untimely death.
I closed my eyes, willing the tears in my eyes would stop, but they came anyway, hot and heavy down my cheeks. I drew my knees to my chin and let it all out, the sobs racking my body.
At the moment, all I was thinking about was my father's health, not even the foreboding cell I was in. I wanted my father to live at all costs.
As I buried my head in between my thighs and allowed my tears to fall on the damped untarred floor, the horrible dream fr
