The hours passed slowly. For the next meal, the food was lesser than expected, but the medicine Lucy brought was enough to help Jade out. It was still within the seventy-two-hour frame for her to take the medicine and I really hoped it worked.
She had been strong for the longest time, but in the face of kindness from strangers, she broke down. She was sure it didn't make a difference.
She was resigned to the fact that they were not going to be saved.
"Why do you think that?" I found myself asking in the middle of the night. I had come to sense the change in temperature in the room after the drugs wore off.
"You are a cop, right? It's been almost two days since you got kidnapped and they still can't find us," she told me. She was not at fault for thinking this. When I was sixteen and didn't know police procedure, I wondered how incompetent they were to not find me. And I thought they would never rescue me.
