Chapter 11.

It was very large warehouse, nestled at the foot of a hill, isolated into small spaces, with a few strong men sitting at the entrance position. [They are my hired bodyguards, don't be afraid,] Hannah smiled gently, holding my hand as she walked into a small room, [This is your room, tired? Sleep well,] I responded, [Hard at work.] Hannah shook her head, [You don't have to be so polite with me, it's supposed to be a journalist's job to find the truth]. [But I would also advise you that there are some feelings that, when cut off, backfire, and Ethan is to blame for your imprisonment and loss of freedom.] [Ethel, don't go soft.] The door was slammed shut and I lay quietly on my bed, looking at the blackened, moldy walls, my mind all over Ethan's face as he held me captive. His stubborn words, the way he clung to my eyes, and the fleeting look of mischief in his eyes when he was grabbed back. I really never got to know Ethan. I don't know his family history, his circle of friends,