Fiona at Ella's Place
Ella's apartment was the same as always—small, warm, with a faint vanilla-candle smell she never got rid of. Fiona sat on the couch with her knees pulled up, and her hands tucked under her thighs like she was trying to stop them from shaking.
Ella watched her from the armchair opposite, her brows drawn together. It had been more than four days since the kidnapping.
"Okay," she said finally. "Start from the beginning. And don't skip anything."
Fiona swallowed. "I'm not skipping. I just… I don't even know where to start."
"Start where you got grabbed," Ella said, gentler now. "Or what you remembered. Whatever makes sense."
Fiona hesitated, then she exhaled. "I must have been sedated or something, i only remember going into the bathroom, peeing and washing my hands. That's all i can remember. And it was a woman who was incharge, she wasn't hiding her face. That's the part that scares me....like she didn't care if I saw her."
