Chapter 77 The Room Behind The Shelf

• The room was as narrow as a coffin, no more than two square meters, with damp wooden walls and a small cot covered with a mat. The only light came through thin gaps between the boards, yellow lines falling across Rania's pale face. She lay on her side with both knees drawn to her chest, one hand pressed to her stomach, and with every breath she counted silently, as if the numbers could keep something intact.
• "Slowly, ma'am," Ningsih whispered, crouching beside her with a damp towel in her hand. "Don't move too much."
• "They'll find us."