Maisie
The next morning, I wake up feeling a heavy sense of resignation settling over me. I force myself out of bed, knowing I need to get back to my routine, to focus on the tasks that keep me grounded in this new, chaotic life. I change into my maid uniform, the fabric stiff against my skin, a constant reminder of the role I’ve been forced into. As I look at myself in the mirror, I take a deep breath, trying to steady the swirl of emotions bubbling just beneath the surface.
I make my way downstairs, ready to help Nadine with the morning chores. The familiar routine is the only thing that gives me a sense of control, even if it’s just an illusion. But as I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Arlo standing there, his posture relaxed but his eyes fixed on me. I feel a jolt of anxiety,
