I had refused to eat anything all morning.
The helps had come one after the other to ask me what I wanted and I kept telling them I did not want anything. Maybe Jace had sent them because they kept showing up at every hour after he left.
My suitcase was still there in the middle of the room staring at me. I was still on the bed, staring into space.
I wanted to leave. I wished it was easy to escape. I wished I was not under strict surveillance, maybe I would have found a way out of here.
There had to be a blind spot somewhere. I sat up as the wheels in my head began to turn. I had to think fast. I had enough money to leave the country and start a new life somewhere. I just had to figure out how to protect myself and my brother in the process.
I stood on my feet and began to pace the room as I thought.
Then a knock on the door came and interrupted my thought process.
