Mira's stomach was starting to feel hollow. Like someone had scooped her insides out with a rusty spoon or something closely related.
Even though the silk sheets were soft against her skin, they still managed to feel like prison bars to her. Well, with how she was trapped in this house and nightmare life that wasn't even hers.
I wish I could just somehow find Lorena's money and just leave. I have to.
I can't continue to stay here like this. I don't even have anyone I can trust.
The sunlight that streamed through the massive windows almost made her scoff; it looked peaceful and beautiful. Almost like a movie set that had been designed to fool people into thinking this place was not hell.
Every small sound kept making her jump. The doors closing somewhere in the house, the footsteps in the hallway, and even the whisper of the curtains moving.
