The days bled together in a haze of anguish and bitter regret. Emma lay motionless in the cavernous bedroom, the plush bedding a stark contrast to the hollowness that consumed her from within. Her father's words echoed like a cursed mantra, each syllable driving the knife deeper into her already shattered heart.
She was trapped, a gilded bird with clipped wings, forced to endure the consequences of a life she had never chosen. And in her darkest moments, she couldn't help but wonder if her actions had sealed this fate if picking up Mark's call a few days ago had set into motion a chain of events that led her to this personal hell.