Roxanne Meyers

I was going crazy, immersed in that hospital room. The days went by without me being able to reach someone to come for me, not even my friend Nicolle. The only hope that kept me alive was my little treasure, but the mere thought of that damn maniac taking it from me made my stomach turn.

"Mrs. Meyers, how are you?" asked the doctor, an accomplice of the mafioso, approaching with some formulas in his hand.

"When will they let me leave here?" I asked him, desperately.

"Well, she's ready to leave this place. Mr. Gianluca will come for you."

"I can go alone, doctor," I replied, but...