Kyra’s POV
A month without my daughter. The thought alone made my heart ache as Sylvia paced restlessly within me. What should I do? Kieran won’t let Phoebe home if I don’t agree to his terms.
I bit my bottom lip hard, unable to sleep thinking about both Phoebe and Snow. Of course, I would always choose my daughter over anything, but innocent people shouldn't be dragged into the mess that was my life.
After hours of internal struggle, I reached a decision that I might regret, but I needed to protect everyone I cared about. My revenge didn't matter anymore. I just wanted peace for the people I love.
Walking to the glass wall of my luxurious prison, I lifted the blinds.The beautiful ocean blessed my eyes with its fascinating beauty but I couldn’t bring myself to appreciate nature's beauty. This was one the picture I imagined in my head, but not the feelings I dreamed of. I feel so lonely and empty.
