I can’t. I try, and I cannot form a single coherent thought, all my awareness consumed by the horror of my surroundings. I am in jail. I am alone. I don’t even have the damned locket, the very thing I took all these risks for. The officers confiscated the locket along with my knife and leftover coins, and I doubt I will see any of them again. All this, and I still lost my chance to make things right with Isla.
