FIFTY EIGHT

With no clock, no time to count. I don't know how many hours it has been since my abduction. I lost count when my mind was racing with frustration and anger.

During the unknown hours, I looked around to see if there was some secret door or passage. Nothing. The walls are so thick that you can't hear anything.

"Shit," I hissed, then moaned once my back was aching.

I grab a sit on the couch and lift my feet. The birth of my baby boy is nearing soon, and I will not have him be born here.

Devin has not visited me since my encounter with him. Maria keeps checking on me from time to time. I had to start our conversation about when she would help me—no answer.

I rubbed my face harshly and scratched my hair back. I smelled it and made a sour face. I have not washed my hair for hours.

I got up, went into the bathroom, and turned on the bathtub. I added salt baths and flowers. I removed my clothes and went in to relax.

I lean my head back and let the aromatic water soothe me.

I close my