In all her years, she had only wished once that she could hear. Just once. And it hadn't been so long ago. Two of her hearing friends had gotten tickets to see John Mayer. John Mayer was to die. Her hearing friend Lula had played John Mayer's album Heavier Things for her, and she had touched the speakers, felt the bass and vocals. She knew his music. She knew it in her heart.
She wished she could hear now. There were two people in the room with her, and if she could hear them, she might be able to figure a way out of this.
If she could hear…
Her father had explained to her many times what he did. She knew that what he did was dangerous, and the people he arrested were the worst people in the world.
She stood with her back to the wall. The man had taken off her hood, and that was a good thing. She was terrifyingly claustrophobic. But now the light in her eyes was blinding. If she couldn't see, she couldn't fight.
And she was ready to fight.