Celia Pov"Are you okay?"My uncle's question is full of concern; he is genuinely terrified of what I may have been through since the last time we saw each other."It's alright; we are safe. No one has done anything," I say.My uncle doesn't look that bad, either. Of course, he is locked in a dungeon, but he is well fed, and his wounds seem to start healing finally."And how are you?" I ask."Bored, I just lie all day, every day, but don't worry, I'm good."I come closer to hug him; Danny, who has jumped into his arms the moment we entered, moves a little to let me have my moment with my uncle.Hank is standing by the entrance to the cell, looking at us. I clearly see he is not happy that he has brought us here, and I wonder why he did it anyway. This morning after breakfast, he just told us that he would take us to see Uncle David but made Kathy stay behind under the supervision of packhouse housekeeper Rose.I didn't protest; I've never protested when he told me where to go or what
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