Kimberly
Sitting at the edge of the bed, I stared blankly at the wardrobe, its doors slightly ajar, revealing neatly hung dresses and folded clothes. Kendrick had told me we would leave for Philadelphia at dawn, and though I had feigned acceptance, my mind was anything but at ease.
My fingers toyed nervously with the hem of my shirt as I played out every possible scenario in my head.
This could be my chance.
A journey far from the suffocating confines of the manor might finally give me the opportunity to escape. Away from his watchful eyes, I could vanish into the sea of strangers in a bustling city, leaving Kendrick and his suffocating control behind.
The thought filled me with a fleeting sense of hope, but it was quickly smothered by a far darker fear.
What if this wasn’t a chan
