Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
I ran, while my vision was blurred by the stream of hot tears cascading down my face. Each sob seemed to echo in the otherwise silent corridors, but I could not stop. My feet carried me forward, pounding against the polished floors, fueled by desperation and anguish. I did not know exactly where I was going — only that I needed to be somewhere far, somewhere he would not think to look. Maybe.
The sharp ache in my chest grew with each step, the weight of his cruel words replaying in my mind like a haunting refrain. My breath came in ragged gasps, my pulse was roaring in my ears as I rounded a corner, nearly colliding with a decorative vase. The mansion’s towering walls felt suffocating, yet I pushed forward.
The moment I entered Theo's room, the sight o
