Alicia didn't know how long she had been conscious there. Probably only an hour had passed, but it felt like days. It was safe to say that this was the worst time of her life.
Her brain was still foggy, and she was not only weak, but her throat felt parched. Seeing how Paulina was struggling to breathe, she could guess the girl was faring even worse. Plus, it looked like she had been seriously beaten.
Alicia didn't bother to ask her about that for fear that she would remember something awful and start crying again. She had to leave here first before she would settle that. But how to leave was the problem. She had no idea where Harold was. She had no idea where anyone was.
