The mansion had became prison.
Five months had passed since that fateful evening when everything had changed, Catherina started acting nicer to Annie but Annie couldn’t fully trust her. when Henry’s mind had been clouded by doubt and Catherina’s manipulative tears. He had tried to convince himself that it was nothing more than a passing moment of weakness. He told himself that he could still fix everything, still make things right. But with each passing day, the walls of the mansion felt tighter, more suffocating. He couldn’t breathe.
And neither could Annie.
Annie's pregnancy had progressed, the weight of the child inside her growing with each day. She was eight and a half months along now, the strain on her body visible in every step she took. Her once vibrant spirit was now weighed
