Jane’s POV
I had stopped trying to measure time. There was no point in doing so. Every second in that room felt the same… Slow, heavy, and endless.
I was lying on the bed, facing the wall like I had been for what felt like hours. My thoughts were drifting in circles, I couldn’t escape it until I heard footsteps approaching.
My body tensed slightly, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to get my hopes up again.
Even when the door creaked open, I didn't turn.
“Isolation looks great on you.”
My eyes snapped open immediately.
Slowly, I turned and there she was, leaning casually against the door as if she owned the place. Her lips curved into a smirk as our eyes met.
“I was wondering how long it would take before I got to see this,” she said.
I pushed myself up slowly, my chest tighteni
