Alessandra sat in the garden, while her friend, Jemima sat opposite her, looking at her with worry.
“You look pale. So pale,”
In contrast to the warm day, Alessandra looked cold and stiff like she’d been suffering a whole lot.
“I need to get out of here,” Alessandra replied with cracked lips, and distant eyes, “Melissa will get me out of here if only I can prove that Ethan is my husband, and is flocking around with Laura of all people. This place isn’t for me. It has tampered with my mental health, and everything about me. I just need to escape, and it would all be fine,”
“Then what will you do when you escape? Didn’t you say he’ll murder you?”
“Not anymore. Not now that I’ve thought about it so many times. Ethan can’t kill me. He’s currently pretending to be someone else, so he’s d
