The morning after was announced with sporadic shots fired into the air.
Valentina who laid all night on the one spot where a single ray of like trickled from the vent, remained unmoving.
She only continued to hum as she had done all right.
"You didn't sleep." She heard that croaky tired voice she now recognized as her cell neighbour.
"I couldn't." She broke her hum to respond.
"What's that sound? The one you hum? I've heard the tune somewhere before. But I can't seem to remember where."
"You have? I really can't remember how I know it either. It just soothes me and fills up the silence."
"I take it you don't like silence then?"
She paused long enough to release a breath. "I don't."
"You have many scars, Valentina."
"But somehow, my face is the biggest one yet. Ironic right?"
"I doubt that. Your mother was the most beautiful woman I and many other people had ever seen. If you look anything like her—" he paused, as realization struck at him. "I see."
