The iron door slammed shut behind her with a deafening clang, followed by the sound of a lock turning.
Darkness. Damp air. The stench of mold hit her face.
She crumpled onto the cold concrete floor, her body like a discarded rag doll.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her stomach.
In the dark, she curled up, biting hard on her lip to keep herself from crying.
She couldn’t die.
If she died, Kendra would win.
If she died, there would be no one left to avenge her parents and her brother.
If she died… she’d lose her baby, too.
Suddenly, the basement door clanged open again.
Harsh light flooded in, and Kendra stepped inside, her high heels clicking sharply against the concrete. She held a perfumed handkerchief over her nose, her face twisted in disgust.
She prodded the curled-up woman in the corner with the tip of her shoe. “Get up.”
Daisie didn’t move.
Kendra signaled the guards, and they yanked Daisie to her feet.
“I’ll take you somewhere nice,” Kendra said with a cruel smile.
They dragged Daisie out, shoved her into a car, and drove away.
She didn’t know where Kendra was taking her, and she didn’t even have the strength to ask.
When the car stopped, she realized they were at the hospital.