Chapter 64

• Lucia
• In my new prison cell, a small cozy room compared to my former cold, damp cell, if not for Amelia’s intervention, I lay on the surprisingly comfortable bed, contemplating the sense of gratitude that gathered up within me.
• It was an odd feeling, considering I was still a prisoner, but this cell, with its nice setting, was a far difference from the hell they had thrown me into before. A small bed, a functional toilet, and two meals a day were now my daily comforts.