Lisa’s stance.

“Good morning, darling," I heard a mocking voice. I lifted my head and surveyed my surroundings, letting out a chuckle. I was still in jail. I gazed at Bianca’s furious expression. Why was she here?

“Do you enjoy your stay in this filthy place, dear Lisa?” I looked at her without saying a word. “Are you deaf, or do you choose to remain silent?”

I had nothing to say to her because I knew she intended to mock me. She was here to see me in pain.

“Open this damn door!” she yelled at the guards. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am," they responded, quickly opening the door. She entered with...