When a seemingly simple case turns sideways and the team finds a teenage girl strapped to an operating table in a dingy basement, dark secrets begin to unravel about the suspects and the girl they kept locked away for so many years.
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N A Y A
I pull the covers over her long body and gently tuck her in. Her eyes lay closed, her body limp. I glance over to the clock hanging on the wall, the hands reading 10:48. She shifts slightly and I look back down to her, really taking in all her beauty. She's so naturally gorgeous, even by just laying here fast asleep she wows me with her genuine loveliness. I lean down and lay a kiss on her forehead, making sure the mask is fit firmly to her face.
"I'll be right back, Noah," I whisper as if she could hear me, then slip out the door. I walk into the kitchen and pull my hair up into a messy bun, attempting to get it out of my face. I open the fridge and the cool air hits me, sending a chill down my spine. I pull out a water when I hear the door to Erin's room open and close.
"Hey, you," she says quietly, stepping into the living room and sitting down on the couch. She pulls her legs up and sits cross cross, or Indian style as my mother used to call it.
I retie my robe before walking over and sitting beside her.
"Hey," I respond with a quick smile, then raise the water to my lips and take a sip. She shifts her eyes down and takes my free hand, running her thumb over the bandage that wraps around one of my burns.
"How're you doing, Naya? I mean really." I sigh and set my bottle down on the coffee table, taking her hand with both of mine. I turn so that I'm completely facing her, so that I can look her dead in the eyes.
"I'm doing fine. Really, you shouldn't worry about me." She cracks a sad smile and lifts a hand to my face, pushing a piece of my bun that fallen behind my ear then letting her hand gently graze my face.
"I'm sorry, I know I worry too much. It's just," she shakes her head, her smile stuck to her face. "You're like a daughter and a sister all wrapped up into one, I just want you to be okay." I nod, smiling back at her.
"I promise you, I am." She nods, deciding to take me for my word. "How's Noah doing? What, with this whole Seth Davis ordeal?" Her shoulders fall and she lets out a quick breath.
"She's struggling, that's for sure." She says and my heart stings slightly.
"She's about the age I was when I did it the first time." I sigh and take another drink of my water.
"Exactly how old were you again? Sorry, I forget."
"The first time?" She nods and I sigh, remembering back to when it happened. "Sixteen."
I know Erin's not going to be judgemental, I've already told her everything
