Ayla POV
I followed Mr. Bennett through the east wing in a daze.
The conversation from dinner blurred together behind me.
Something about breakfast at seven.
Keys. Schedules. Rules.
I nodded at all the appropriate moments without actually hearing a word he said.
My father was dead.
Everything else felt irrelevant.
Mr. Bennett stopped outside a door and handed me a key."Miss Easton." The metal felt cold against my palm. "Please let us know if you require anything."
Anything. The word almost made me laugh. There was exactly one thing I needed. One thing I'd needed my entire life. And nobody in this house could give it to me. Not anymore.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Then I just stood there. The room was beautiful. Painfully beautiful. A four-poster bed draped in
