(Sophie's POV)
The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the extravagant bedroom. I lay motionless on the silk sheets, staring blankly at the ceiling, my heart hollow, my soul crushed.
Next to me, Adam exhaled deeply, the kind of sound someone makes when they’ve gotten exactly what they wanted. He rolled onto his back and patted my bare shoulder the way you would a dog that had performed a trick.
"Not bad, Sophie," he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "You behaved very well tonight. You’ll be rewarded for it."
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.
He didn’t seem to notice—or care. He turned his head to smirk at me, his eyes gleaming with that familiar sense of control.
"I’ll make a call first thing in the morning. Your mother will have regular meals delive
