Kayla's POV
The lock clicked into place with a sharp sound that seemed to echo right through my chest.
I stood still in the middle of the dark, huge master suite. Around me were floor to ceiling glass windows showing a wide view of the glowing New York skyline, soft expensive carpets, and a massive king sized bed covered in silk sheets. It was beautiful, but it didn't feel like home. It felt like an expensive, gold plated cage.
I walked slowly toward the window, pressing my hand against the cold glass. Down on the streets, sixty floors below, tiny cars moved like little dots of light. I looked down at my round bump beneath my sweater.
"We're back in the storm, sweetie, I thought, my heart aching as I moved my palm over my belly. "He thinks he owns us, but he doesn't know us at all".
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