Kimberly
The air outside was cool, carrying the scent of dew-drenched grass and the faint rustle of leaves in the trees. It was a rare sensation for me, being outside the confines of Kendrick’s oppressive manor. My heart raced as I crept along the shadows of the outer wall, my breath hitching at every sound.
Kendrick had made it clear I wasn’t allowed to leave, and I knew the punishment for defying him would be severe. But tonight, I wasn’t thinking about consequences. I was only thinking about freedom. About taking control of one small thing in my life.
Helen’s hesitant description of the pharmacy echoed in my mind. She hadn’t wanted to help me, terrified of Kendrick’s wrath, but her vague directions had been enough. After all, this wasn’t about her. This was about me reclaiming a shre
