"Did I get soap in your eye?" Becky asked as she washed Molly's hair. Molly didn't say anything. "I'm sorry, sweetie."
Molly continued to cry even as Becky dried her off and combed her tangled hair straight. "Don't worry, sweetie, tomorrow I'll get out the curlers to fix your hair and you can help me at the bakery. How would you like that?"
"Fine," Molly whispered. She didn't care about curling her hair or going to the bakery. She would never get to see the magic land of Veronica's story. She would never see her parents. She was a prisoner and the only person who could have broken her out had abandoned her.
Becky carried her to bed and then tried to kiss her on the forehead, but Molly rolled over so that Becky kissed wet hair. "Everything will be better in the morning," Becky said.
She closed the door, leaving Molly all alone. Tomorrow wouldn't be any better than today. She would never be free of this place. Never.