Chapter Sixteen

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In the few days, I have been living in this house. I have learned that Zia is a woman who lives by the rules. As if sure that I was still planning to escape.

She never forgot to lock the door when she came in or went out of my room.

On the first day, I played a silent game with her. Not saying a word to her. But it was as if my silent treatment was hitting a brick wall.

And to my reaction, her reaction was different. She treated me so well.

She did not miss out on making sure I took my medication. I was up every morning, took all three meals the day in time, and was tucked in at night.

I kept thinking she was tricking me. I would not fall for this family trick again, but it is the third day today. And I am eagerly waiting for her.

I am looking forward to her tea and the notes she writes to me every time she brings me food. I underrated my trauma of missing out on a mother’s love.

In this condition with the family of my kidnappers, I should not be feeling attached to thi