Thirty two

BLAKE MORENO POV

The new room was suffocating, it was wide but all it managed to remind me of was the white room since it was almost similar.

I felt around the wall, it was the same, my thumb couldn't feel a thing, the only difference was that the room was painted in a light gray color, while the remaining item in the room was a mix of white and light grey. It was depressing.

I walked toward the door, turning the knob but it remained locked. There was no television, just an old newspaper that laid haphazardly on the desk.

I jerked back, my heart running a marathon when I looked around the corner of the four-poster bed. I could swear that I had seen the little girl crouched in on herself. My hand shook and I quelled the urge to scream by biting harshly on my lips.

It was bad enough with the nightmares, now it was like she wanted to haunt my waking hours too. I'd spoken to April after that undercover mission, retelling all the horrible details of what went on, she'd comforted me, let