Valentina sat weakly by the door, her lips making tired, whimpering sounds.
She had tried everything she could think of to be free of the four walls of the room.
She begged, cried, even appealed to his conscience. When all of that didn't work, she tried to break the window, but quickly realized that even if she successfully did, she couldn't possibly fit through the small bars.
It was then she began to give up hope. The only strength she hung onto was the one provided by the thought of her babies.
She kept telling herself they needed their mother, and this couldn't be the end.
"Valentina?"
Her heart raced. She hadn't heard Damian's voice in hours.
It was painful to sit-up, but she did it anyway.
"Damian? Please open the door," she begged through perched, hoarse throat.
"Why should I?"
"I don't understand." Fresh tears stung in her eyes.
"Give me a reason why I should open the door, Valentina. You'll just walk away and go to Luce."
