Larissa's POV
The days that passed were agonizingly slow, and I spent every second of them within the walls of the estate.
The silence was loud, and the space was too big.
Brayden had the luxury of having a life outside the estate – friends, business, the whole works. He still had a job to do, clients to meet, and a legal team desperately looking for any clues that might point to my innocence. He was always in and out, sometimes leaving the house before I woke up and getting back in after I’d gone to bed.
Now that everyone thought that I was a murderer, I had none of that.
My new routine was painfully consistent: Wake up in a bed too big for one person. Shower. Make breakfast and poke at it until it gets cold. Spend hours watching mind-numbing reality television shows. Watch Pluto, J
