Melina held her mother and felt something inside her finally crack open.All the terror of the past six weeks came pouring out. All the fear. All the desperation. All the moments when she thought she was going to die in that facility."I'm sorry," Melina whispered. "I'm so sorry, Mom. I tried to come back. I tried to escape. But I couldn't. They had me and I couldn't get away."Clara pulled back just enough to look at her daughter's face. Her eyes scanned Melina's features, looking for injuries, for signs of trauma, for evidence of what had happened."Sit," Clara commanded gently, guiding Melina to the visitor's chair. "You look like you're about to fall over."Melina sat down gratefully, her legs barely holding her up. The short walk from the car and through the hospital had exhausted her more than she wanted to admit.Clara settled back into her bed but refused to look away from her daughter."Tell me everything," Clara said. Her voice was steady now, carrying the strength of a moth
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