Her vision blurred tears streaming down her face resembled the rain running down the window pane.
Loneliness seemed to creep and crawl over every part of that room.
It was dark and cold but at that moment she didn't think that room or anything else could be warm enough for her. The steady stream of tears flowed freely, underestimating her was a mistake.
When would the dark men figure that out?
She quickly wiped away the tears and ignored the cold blanket that surrounded her.
Backing down was something she would never do no matter how much they hurt her.
Turning around she spotted her son in their possession.
Her mouth dropped open and shock came over her.
She had got her answer.
They had stopped underestimating her.