Chapter 67
- I walked up to the prison bricks. I saw my mum, her head bowed down. There were plates of food in front of her, but she seemed not to have any interest in those delicacies.
- "Mum," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat as I stepped closer to the cold bars that separated us.
- "Amaya!" she replied with a faint smile attempting to mask her pain. "It is bittersweet when you visit. How are you holding up, my love?"