Marie's POV
It was morning, but it didn't feel like one. Everywhere felt cold. I don't know if it was the weather or how I was feeling. It was finally the day Mancini said Dante could come see me. A few days after he came to my room and threatened me, I waited and waited and started to think that maybe he was not really going to let them come, but last night he sent someone to tell me to get ready for today.
I sat by the mirror for what seemed like forever, staring at my reflection without recognizing the woman looking back. I had been brushing my hair for the past ten minutes, even though it was already neat. I wasn't doing it because I cared how I looked. I was doing it because my hands needed something to do, or they'd start shaking again.
