An eerie silence enveloped the room like a winter mist cloaking the moon.
The old group was reluctant to speak of the hell that had unfolded here-in The Cove-while the new group preferred to remain ignorant. However, one painfully thin, nameless girl stood up from where Jennison continued to lean against the wall; it was impossible to tell if she was alive or dead. As the nameless girl stepped forward, everyone took a step back, making space for her as she prepared to reveal the secrets of The Cove. She approached Hadassah and Alice, who stood close together, gripping each other tightly. Terror had settled deep within their souls, and it would linger there indefinitely.
The girls braced themselves to hear what they already knew they would regret ever learning.