Trapped And Alone

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.