Kimberly
Sitting by the window in my room, I tried to lose myself in the view of the sprawling gardens outside. The vibrant colors of the flowers and the gentle sway of the trees in the breeze were supposed to calm me, but nothing could quiet the storm in my heart. Last night’s events still lingered in my mind, heavy and suffocating. Kendrick’s anger, his dominating presence, the way he looked at me—it all replayed in my head like a cruel loop.
A soft knock at the door startled me. I didn’t need to guess who it was; her presence carried a subtle elegance that even a knock couldn’t hide.
“Come in,” I said softly, straightening myself in the chair.
Felicia stepped into the room, her movements graceful and deliberate. Kendrick’s mother always carried herself with poise, her every action
