The first thing I noticed when I woke up from my sound sleep was the noice of the city buzzing like a beehive. it was not the rhythmic hiss of waves or the whisper of sea wind through gauzy curtains like I heard on the Island Kyl took me or the quite and calm of the prison villa he kept me in. All I heard is engines groaning, brakes squealing, a vendor shouting somewhere below the apartment window. These were all sounds that used to mean life to me, but now i don't know if it did anymore, now it sounded too fast, too loud. I blinked at the cracked ceiling above Mala’s bed, disoriented for the hundredth time since I left the villa.
The mattress dips under my body in ways I’m not used to anymore haven been sleeping on plush and luxurious fibre at the Villa. The sheets are thin, smelling fai
