“Do you know what this is?” Helena asked in a whisper, careful to keep her voice low. The walls of the prison had ears, and she didn’t want this conversation to be overheard.
The woman nodded again, her voice barely audible as she finally spoke. “It’s a map,” she said. Her voice was soft but steady, carrying a weight of secrets long held.
“A map?” Helena repeated, trying to make sense of it. “To what?”
“To freedom,” the woman replied, her eyes now burning with an intensity that had been absent moments before.
