Autumn’s POV
I didn’t sleep.
All night, I stayed in that room, sitting by the window, pacing back and forth, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. My head felt heavy, but my heart was heavier. I kept thinking of one thing—escaping.
I looked at the windows, but there were bars on the outside. I checked the walls. Nothing to climb. I even tried the air vent, but it was too small. No matter what I did, there was no way out.
I was locked in like a prisoner.
I kicked the door once. Then twice. But it didn’t budge. My leg started to hurt, so I stopped.
I sat on the floor, breathing hard, fists clenched in my lap.
“This is revenge,” I whispered to myself. “They’re doing this because of Agatha.”
I felt my chest burn with anger. Not just normal anger. The kind that makes your whole b
