Enya pov

The silence is killing me. I open and close my mouth again and again, but no words escape. My father is silent, his gaze fixed on the hallway. If only he could tell me what he's thinking, even if they were the worst, most painful words I've ever heard- that might help me feel at ease. At least a little.

After a few more minutes, I finally gather enough courage to speak up, but the squeaking sound of the door opening interrupts me. I take one look at my father and whisper: "Back up in the cell, if anything happens now, I'd better take the first place in...