Abigail’s POV
I wake up to the faint light peeping through the heavy curtains, my head pounding like a drum. My body feels stiff, my mind clouded with memories from last night. The unfamiliarity of the room doesn’t help. Everything here—from the crisp white sheets to the elegant, oversized furniture—screams luxury, and and feels suffocating.It doesn’t feel like home. It isn’t home.
Nathan’s voice echoes in my head, sharp and loud. "You’ve got twenty days to convince your mother to leave." The threat lingers, heavier than the headache I’ve woken up with.
I roll over and bury my face in the pillow, burying my screams in it. "He was drunk," I tell myself. "Drunk people say stupid things." But my stomach churns with doubt. Drunk or not, his eyes held too much hatred to be dismissed.
And th
