Again

Third person  P. O. V

The weather outside was a little too dull and mostly cloudy. Louie sat by the window and stared at the endless array of trees that surrounded the house she had found herself in, slowly and silently crying to herself again.

  She was all alone in the room as Santiago had stepped out a few minutes ago to get who'd shower her and at least buy her lunch. To him soldo was behaving a little too rash by leaving a frail looking five year old hungry for over six hours.

  But Louisa never complained. All she'd do is cry.

Well she's been crying, what exactly do you expect a kidnapped child to do?

  As Santiago walked down the hallway to get her something from the kitchen, he mistakenly bumped into Ferreti.

" Someone looks depressed" Her native Italian accent crawled into his ears.

  Santiago only l