But then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor another time, heralding the back of Gabby. My heart pounded with a combination of dread and anticipation because the mobile door creaked open, revealing his implementing determined status inside the doorway.
To my astonishment, Gabby's expression became not one of anger or disdain, but as a substitute for something similar to pity. "Jacqueline, you're loose to go," he introduced, his voice sporting a touch of regret.
For a moment, I couldn't trust what I had changed by hearing. Freedom felt like a not possible dream, a fable in the midst of our captivity.
As I emerged from the cell, blinking inside the harsh mild of the hall, Gabby's friendly look struck me off guard. Despite the whole thing, in spite of the struggle and the depression, there was a flicker of humanity in his eyes.