Stephanie's POV:
I stood up from my bed and walked to the window, pulling the curtains aside. The sun had already disappeared, and the day was slipping into darkness. The clock on the wall read 10 p.m.
Most of my day had been spent exploring the outskirts of the mansion. I’d asked Nora to show me around. To my mom, it seemed like I was beginning to adapt, and she was thrilled about it. But in my mind, I knew the real reason—I wanted to familiarize myself with the layout, ensuring my escape plan tonight would go off without a hitch.
A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I called, and Nora entered the room, carrying a box.
“Good evening, ma’am,” she greeted, her voice polite yet reserved.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop c
