the unknown
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The day had been clear, but it no longer brought her any sense of joy, for there was no pleasure in this work. She heard his heavy boots make their way up an old squeaky staircase and trudge down the hallway she’d been dragged through minutes before. Like clockwork, the patter of rain on a metal roof grew like white noise, though it brought her more apprehension than peace.