"Your uncle can't help you out of here. I have tried speaking to him, but he says you have to face the consequences of your actions. Oh my, I don't know what to do anymore. I have tried my best, darling," Agnes, Laila's mother, said from behind the door, her hand holding her daughter's through the small opening as she sobbed in dismay.
Her daughter would never have killed anyone the way everyone was claiming she had. People were saying that she and the wolfless had contacted a witch, but Agnes couldn't bring herself to believe it. If Laila wanted someone gone, she would do it herself rather than rely on a witch to do the job for her.
"You look like hell, sweetie. They haven't fed you, have they?" Agnes asked gently as she took in how much her daughter had changed. Laila looked exhausted, with dark circles beneath her eyes and a pale, drawn face.
