The room became quiet with Erica's eyes fixed on her sister. Her statement was so wrong in every way, but she understood she had gone through a lot and needed a large space to breathe and be free. She could only guess that the room reminded her of the room where she was kept captive.
Erica got on the bed and held her sister's hand. "Do not worry, I understand how you feel being locked up in here, but you also have to understand that Pickford is out there," she tried to explain.
"I understand, but you should at least put me in protective custody or something," Melissa suggested.
"Of course, once we are done with everything, I will put in a request," Erica assured her.
"Is Abby in protective custody?" Melissa asked. "Or is she here?"
Erica paused for a second
"I just want to know my fate since Abby was found earlier than I was."
