I sighed and stood up from where I was sitting on the bed and approached the window, finding the view of the tumultuous sea outside surprisingly serene. It was almost comforting. The moonlight reflected the white caps cresting the waves, occasionally highlighting the drops of rain that bled from the sky. There was a knock on my door, but I didn’t bother turning around. This being the second night of my captivity, I couldn’t say any visitors were exactly welcomed. I didn’t respond but heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps entering my makeshift accommodations. “Bryn.” It was my sister’s voice. My teeth clenched as I tried to remember that even though she and I shared the same blood, as far as I was concerned, we were anything but kin. “What?” I asked, my eyes still riveted on the view outside my window. It was easier to look at the raging storm than it would be to look at Jolie. Just the thought of her sickened me.
