Chapter 23

H Kat ope is a crock of shit! I lie on the bed with my hands behind my head, teary-eyed. I can’t seem to stop crying lately. It’s been four days since I was locked in this room. At least I think it has. I have no way of knowing for sure. No TV. No radio. No cell phone, obviously. I think there have been four sunsets since I first spent the night here and it’s dark again now, so four days and soon-to-be five nights. It’s been four days since I saw Dante. Four days since anybody uttered a single word to me. A housekeeper brought me some of my clothes and toiletries the first day. He wouldn’t let Sophia in here because he knows she would crack and offer me some kind of comfort. Whoever this new one is brings me three meals a day and two snacks as well as prenatal vitamins too. But she never speaks to me. I speak to her of course. I’ve tried being nice to her. Begging her. I’ve tried bombarding her with questions. Shouting. Threats. Crying. Nothing works. She’s impenetrable. Like a robot.