Diane’s POV
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to steady my breathing. The sound of my beating heart seemed too loud in my ears, drowning out everything else. I forced myself to focus, but it was almost impossible.
A written note? Did he think I was some sort of property Jayden had to sign off on? The thought made my stomach churn. I wasn’t a prisoner—at least, not officially. No bars, no chains. Just invisible walls, built with control. That was the thought that came to mind and I stood there, staring at the expressionless guard barring my way. I felt caged.
The guard’s face remained impassive, unreadable. He wasn’t being difficult out of malice. He was just doing his job, following orders. Jayden’s orders. The realization made my throat tighten. No one dar
