POV: Sera Winters
The most dangerous cages are the ones you decorate yourself. The ones that start to feel like home before you realize you're still trapped.
I packed light.
Not like I had much to pack anyway. Some clothes. Toiletries. A book I'd taken from the library Everything I owned fit in one bag
Everything I owned in the world.
The thought hit me harder than it should have. A month ago I had an apartment. A job. A life that was mine even if it was small and broken. Now I had a bag and a room I was about to leave for somewhere I'd have even less control.
A knock on the door. Soft. Careful.
"It's open," I called.
Kieran stepped in. Looked at the bag on my bed. At me standing there staring at it like I was trying to memorize what little I had left.
"Need help?" he asked.
I wa
