Odette's POV
I thought that if I ignored him long enough, he'd give up and leave. That he'd look at me, see nothing worth his time, and discard me like an old newspaper.
God, that was all I wanted. For him to never glance my way again. For him to simply forget I existed.
I didn't even know why I was here—why I was still breathing the same air as this monster. If I had known things would turn out like this, I never would've begged for my life. Back then I was still in shock. The only thought running through my head was survival.
But now?
Now I'd learned the truth: survival wasn't living. Staying alive with him meant a life carved out of torment and misery. Death almost felt softer. At least death might give me a chance to see my papa again.
I turned away from him and stared into the blackness behind my useless eyes. It had been so long since I looked away from him—I thought maybe, just maybe, he'd finally get up, leave, and call the doctor back in.
But no. Oh, I was so wrong.
