Serayah Morgan.
In the last second, Riva and Riv have into the room, eroding the space with a hangers and hangers of clothes meant for me. I almost tell them to stop because, once again, those amount of clothes makes me worry. It’s as if they’re saying I’m here to stay forever. So, now, I’m pacing back and forth, scared to the depths of my heart about what Roar might do to Giovanni.
I should call my family even though I am not allowed to. Not for comfort, not really. Just to hear their voices or maybe warn them to tread lightly if they ever find themselves in Roar’s orbit. But would that even help? Jeremiah has likely already coached them on what not to say. But poor Giovanni… everything he built, everything he knew to be his, is being taken away.
And I can’t beg. Roar has forbidden it.
