Mute Luna
But Danciana's unwavering belief in me gave me strength.
With the new book in hand, I began to prepare for the speech therapy class, ensuring that the dialogue I created was well-detailed and comprehensive. This was my chance to not only find my voice again but also to speak my truth and fight for my freedom.
I wrote desperately on the book, expressing my urgent need for Danciana's help to escape this wretched room. Her smile was comforting, but before she could respond, we heard a sharp knock on the door. Panic surged through me as Danciana swiftly tore away the sheets I had written on and discarded them, erasing any trace of my plea for freedom. She composed herself and opened the door, re
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