How many days had passed since then? Rain had no idea. Two? Three, perhaps? She couldn't be certain. Time blurred in the confines of this crumpled cell. The only measure she had was the number of times the guards brought them food, and even that felt unreliable.
Her gaze drifted once again to the small, barred window on the far wall of the dungeon. The faint light filtering through it seemed like a cruel reminder of a world that she lived in now. A hollow ache settled in her chest every time she stared outside, longing for freedom, for the comfort of a life that now seemed like a distant dream. The ache grew unbearable, pressing against her ribs until fresh tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks in silent defeat.
"Stupid girl!" Rebecca's shrill voice shattered the quiet, dragging Rain back to the cold reality of her imprisonment.
