Ammy woke up on a straw covered, cold, stone floor, a freezing draft shocking her out of unconsciousness, making her tremble. She felt weak, exhausted and it took a few moments for her mind to remember. Her father's visit, the bank, her heat... Damon. Ammy choked on a sob, pressing her hand over her mouth, the other hand pressing against the floor to lift her aching body up. She panted, kneeling hunched over, fighting nausea. It was dark, the only light a faint, soft glow from a gas lamp across the room and a small, barred window. It provided enough light that Ammy could see she was in a cell,...