Chapter 14

Isla held her breath as she turned towards the familiar voice which she never thought she'd hear again.

Mira.

Mira stood a few feet away from her, staring at her with shock and horror in her eyes.

"Mira? You're really here" Isla rasped,her throat dry and sore from dehydration. "I'm not imagining you, right?"

Mira's wrinkled face twisted with emotions as she rushed towards Isla, dropping to her knees beside her.

"What… What are you doing here? What happened to you? My baby" Mira cried out in a low voice,low enough to be heard only by her. "Why are you here and why do you look like this? I thought that you had escaped! I thought that you were living a better life"

The torture and pain she had to endure came crashing down on her—the pain that she was forced to go through, the fear that she'd never have the opportunity to hold her baby and the hunger. They all came crashing down all at once. Isla felt her throat tighten.