The car ride was silent, suffocating.
Heinrich and I got into the sleek black car that waited for us outside. The leather interior was cool against my skin, but I barely noticed it. Normally, I would have felt a sense of peace sinking into the plush seats, watching the world pass by as we made our way back to his mansion — a place that, over time, had started to feel less like a gilded cage and more like a home.
But today, it felt like a prison.
I leaned my forehead against the window, the cool glass biting into my skin, grounding me against the whirlpool of emotions that threatened to pull me under. The world outside blurred past — trees, buildings, streets I couldn't even name — but I couldn’t bring myself to care.