Arda spent two days in isolation inside the mansion. Gillow kept her confined to the house, limiting her to the living room and their shared bedroom. He was distant, barely speaking to her, and he slept in his private quarters. Meals were delivered regularly, but his absence weighed heavily on her. She had requested a phone, but he had brushed it off, saying he’d get her one in time. She hadn’t protested. Fear of provoking him kept her quiet.
Her emotions shifted like waves—defeat to indifference, anger to fear, and now, loneliness. Worry gnawed at her thoughts, especially about her abandoned project. She needed answers, and she needed them from Gillow.
As night fell, the emptiness of isolation became unbearable. Summoning her courage, she made her way to his private room after confirmin
