Meliza's POV
Mom stepped out of Fred's study, and I followed, my heart weighed down with sorrow. Every step through the dimly lit hallway felt heavier than the last as if I were walking toward the end of my own freedom.
By the time I reached the stairs, dizziness clouded my mind. This was it—the end of my happiness, the end of my choices.
I climbed the steps mechanically, my body moving on autopilot while my thoughts spiraled.
Once inside my room, I collapsed onto the bed, groaning in frustration. My fists clenched as I pounded the mattress, anger, and helplessness crashing over me.
Then, suddenly, it hit me.
I still had time.
I could leave.
I bolted upright, my pulse racing. If I wanted to escape, I had to do it soon—and undetected.