Marsha is now in her room. She seemed a little pensive, remembering Anderson's words that were still ringing in her head, as if Anderson's words were saying that someone who was his partner was kidnapped and is now in the recovery stage, making her even more shrunken and a little fear that was previously hidden now began to emerge over her heart.
'Why am I like the person who is being targeted? Can't I become a strong person?' Monologue Marsha to herself, hugging her bolster.
Some of the stills of action films about kidnapping and the like that she had watched suddenly flashed through her head.
The picture seemed real, and it was as if she were directly immersed in it.
Her chest felt a little tight at the thought of the scene happening to her.
Marsha has so far felt like she's a weak person. She can't fight or even defend herself.
"Should I ask Daren for help?" Marsha asked herself as she pondered it.
