CHAPTER 43

Scar couldn’t begin to guess how many more days she was down there. Her dad’s was the only face she saw for a long while; he would come down periodically, bring her some food and water, and ask if she was ready to “see reason” yet. Which of course meant he wanted her to say and do all the hateful propaganda Alan had told her to say and do . Well, she was lonely and miserable down there, but she wasn’t desperate to that point yet. So she would take the provisions he brought her, and either keep silent, give him a nasty look, or find some way or other of generally telling him to fuck off.

She started to wonder why her mom hadn’t come down to see her again. She kept hoping she would come back down and tell her she’d come up with some way to help her that she hadn’t thought of before. But she never saw her. In fact, she didn’t even hear her above her. That realization worried her. Had Alexander done something to her? Had Alan? Had she paid the price for daring to try to help her?

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