VINCENZO CASTILLO
The door creaked open.
A girl stepped in, balancing a tray in her hands, her gaze fixed everywhere but on me. She moved swiftly, kneeling beside the bed I was still tied to like some science experiment. My eyes followed her, but she didn’t glance back. Her silence was louder than her footsteps.
D*mn!. Another day had passed. Still no sign of the girl with the familiar voice.
She carefully dipped a cotton ball into a clear liquid and pulled out a pair of scissors. I just watched her.
“Hey,” I rasped, my voice low but clear.
She finally looked at me briefly, then returned to her tray, placing the damp cotton directly on my burn near the shoulder.
“Ah—sh*t! Hey, easy! "That hurts!” I flinched hard.
Her lips twitched.
Wow... She snickered. Well, she wasn’t mute after
