Chapter 52 In Prison

• Ava reports:
• I didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but I could have sworn it was hours. Cecil had gone back into the next room and Mike kept walking around me, thinking about what to do, muttering different plans and in many cases, incoherent ramblings.
• I was still sitting in the same chair, terrified. At least the taste of blood in my mouth had diminished, although my lips felt a little swollen from the slap Mike had given me.