Kelly’s POV
It was one sunny day but I felt so bored and lonely inside the cozy, cold room. It’s been two days since Klay brought me here and I’m dying to see my daughter. I feel like I’m going crazy. I wonder how she is. For God’s sake, she’s just five years old and she has to experience this. I hope Phoebe is staying with her. Or I don’t care if she brought my daughter to her parents’ home. As long as my daughter isn’t crying at night, calling my name desperately.
God! I can’t endure this anymore…
A series of soft knocks interrupted my thoughts. I quickly wiped the tears at the side of my eyes as I stared at the closed door.
“Kelly, I prepared our lunch. We have plenty of seafood here. I know you love seafood.”
I laughed sarcastically. Does he think I’d be moved by his efforts? I will eat those seafood but I still won’t forgive him. I’m not stupid to starve myself because I hate him.
