Damon kept staring at the girl for several seconds, waiting for some sign of exaggeration or some indication that she was merely repeating a phrase she did not understand.
He found none.
She looked tired, dirty, and obviously weakened by the time she had spent imprisoned, but her eyes were attentive.
"What exactly did they do to us?" he asked.
The girl shook her head.
"I don't know how to show it."
"But your mother does."
"Yes."
