cond-floor guest bedroom. She wore the

o-ceiling windows. The severe malnutrition from prison made every m

m door cli

She carried a silver tray with sliced apples. S

he gripped the wet rag tightly,

all, razor-sharp silver fruit knife resting next to the ap

Ada," Jacklyn whispered, walking slowly towar

ngly sweet. "But you know what the funniest part is? He sleeps in

g her throat. "The stillbirth report," Ada gritte

, a slow, terrifyingly triumpha

a's sanity. She dropped the rag and took a step forwar

s blouse, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway ou

triumphant smile vanished, replaced b

itation, Jacklyn raised

klyn slashed the blade hard across

red and thick, soaking into the

orcefully shoved the bloody hand

ad back and let out a pier

a

s kicked open so hard it

nto the room. H

her bleeding arm, sobbing hysterically. Ada

ashback in Desmond's mind. The st

tinted re

ing toward him. "She tried to ki

ttled. She shook her head frantically. "No

Ada's wrist with his heavy leather shoe. The knife

l of Ada's hair and

s dragged out of the room and

" Desmond roared

, and dragged her down the hallway like a corpse. Ada's knees b

s a reinforced steel Panic Room, b

nto the keypad. The heav

tch-black room. She hit the concre

pat, his voice echoing in the dark. "Then you'll l

the sliver of light at the door. "Desmond,

her with absolute dis

ed shut with a final, echo

ting darkness swa

Only the faint hiss of th

she developed in solitary confinement hit her like a freight train. Her throat cl