"Thank you, young lady." The old woman's eyes were red with gratitude.
Grace Winslow couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "Do you still remember your name?"
"Of course. I could never forget it. My name is Gia Morse. I'm the youngest daughter of the Morse family. I have three older brothers. They all doted on me when I was little. Originally..."
As Gia Morse spoke, tears began to fall uncontrollably. "I'm almost seventy this year. My brothers, my sisters-in-law, and my parents... I'm afraid they're long gone by now. The year I was abducted, I was only fourteen..."
Grace Winslow opened her mouth. There was so much she wanted to say to comfort her, but for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
Fifty years of darkness, of wanting to die more times than she could count. But for her children, and for the family she didn't know if she would ever see again, she had gritted her teeth and endured.
Finally, a chance to escape that hellhole had come.
