Chapter Thirteen
TreasureTaya opened her eyes to the low murmur of inaudible chatter. Each quiet syllable only served to intensify the throbbing pain radiating through her. Her body felt heavy, unresponsive. Her eyes remained fixed on the brick wall. The view was so contrasting to that of the place she had fallen asleep in that she felt anxiety beginning to build in the pit of her stomach. The picture of a flower had been replaced by a calm ocean scene, and the smooth style walls were now bare. There was no question in her mind, she was not where she should have been.
Slowly she turned over, amazed at the toll even such a simple action took. Just beyond a second bed was a small wooden partition, it stood no more than three-quarters of the room's height, allowing a semblance of privacy.
