Lina didn't know how long she was in the room. It was cramped and dark, with no windows letting in light, except a small fixture on the ceiling. There was the bare minimum of a scratchy bed, questionable toilet and sink all in the same place, and the lack of a door except the one that kept her inside.
Lina was meant to face the wall and repent for what she had done. A cruel punishment for a child, but she was far too grown up for this. Lina lost count of how long she had been starved. There was minimum food and water.
From the frequency of meals, Lina concluded at least five or six days had passed. It was always Estella who snuck in a glass of water and stale bread, for it was the best she could hide.
On day seven, the light went off.
