Downloading Cicatrice: New Eyes and Brave

Mel closed her eyes and pressed the handset to her ear. The dial tone sounded, and at the end of it, an inherently sweet voice: “Hello, this is Jamie.” Mel swallowed into her strangled throat. “Hello?” Silent seconds passed, and then sweet welcome became furtive wisp. “Mel, is that you?” Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Oh, how she'd longed to hear that voice; so desperately wanted to answer it. But she shouldn’t have been calling at all. “Mel, if that’s you, please, I’m not angry. I just… I want you to come home.” Mel removed that beautiful sound from her ear, and returned the phone to its cradle. It had been a two weeks since her bloody getaway and perilous journey across the Indo-Pakistani border, to the safe harbour of her lifelong friend, Saachi Bhatt. Mel was bone-thin and battle-scarred, but she was alive. 52 nights in hell, and although she'd escaped Alsunduq’s suffocating walls and depraved watchmen, Mel knew the nightmare was only just beginning. Five years on, Mel is still running...