Chapter Seventy
An entire week had bled away since the terrifying night at the cabin, and the silence in the upper hallway of the clubhouse had turned into a heavy, suffocating prison of its own. Seven endless days and seven freezing nights had passed, and Stone Callahan had not stepped foot inside my bedroom a single time. He had completely vanished from my life, leaving me trapped inside the beautiful, quiet room where the clean cotton sheets and the soft lavender scent felt like a mocking reminder of everything I had broken. The heavy brass deadbolt on the outside of the oak door was no longer turned, the door was unlocked, and I was entirely free to walk around the upper floor, but the invisible walls around my soul felt thicker than the concrete barriers surrounding the compound.
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