**Clarissa’s POV**
Sitting in the backseat of the cab, I quietly nibble on my hamburger, putting on a façade of composure, desperately avoiding thoughts about the disintegration of my marriage. The cab driver has been exceedingly kind, not uttering a single complaint when I requested a stop at a snack bar to grab a quick meal. This opportunity allowed me to purchase two sizable hamburgers—one for immediate consumption and the other as a precaution against future hunger.
Since awakening at the Royal Infirmary, I've been denied any respite. There hasn't been a moment for proper sustenance, and I've been operating on an empty stomach. My journey has been a whirlwind, from awakening one afternoon to discovering my husband's infidelity, to rescuing my maids and bodyguard, and now, to fleeing
