Chapter 48
- MATILDA
- I had cried such a lot of that no extra tears tumbled from my eyes.
- I could feel the organization of another person, yet I just couldn't see them. Wherever I looked, I was invited with murkiness. The need to shout to them developed further. I pondered what their identity was and why they were here, and the number of them were trapped similarly situated as me and could fail to address it.