Was it too late?

Rita’s story

At this point, I lost track of time. I don’t know if it’s day or if it is night. The days follow one another so is my life. Maybe Miron will never find me or maybe he just forgot about me. Sarah keeps telling me that he is playing some kind of game. She comes once in a while, asking me a few questions about me, and when she returns in two or three days with another set of questions. She says it is part of the game and because Miron is playing it I get to have water and food. That means Miron is not giving up on me.

I guess these two days have passed because Sarah is back again.

- Morning honey!

So it is the morning. At least that I know. As I didn’t answer anything she continued.

- It was not the time for my visit, but I just came to see you. You see, I grew found on you.

Maybe the days haven’t yet passed. She came early this time. I can’t say I missed her.

- So you don’t want to talk to me. Suit yourself. I must tell you that Miron is making a