After that morning in the kitchen, the air was pretty much tense. Mark and I fell into this strained rhythm — tense silences, stolen glances and words left unsaid. It was exhausting.
I wasn't built for this kind of isolation, trapped in a penthouse buried deep in the woods felt like a punishment, like a cage that had luxury floors and designer curtains. I know Mark had kept me here for my own "safety," but it felt more like a prison.
I sat now staring at the ceiling while Mark locked himself away in his office, I sighed, I'd had enough.
I found him in the living room, staring out the glass walls that stretched from floor to ceiling. The morning light cut through the space, casting shadows. He didn’t hear me come in, or maybe he did, he didn't care.
"Take me to town," I said flatly.
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