CYRILLA'S POV
I had lost all sense of time, confined to my old room, uncertain of what fate awaited me.
Millie, Laura, Colton, and Theon often visited, offering what little comfort they could. Whenever food was brought, Julia and Rosalie were the ones to deliver it, their faces always tinged with concern as they asked how I was holding up.
But Hunter never came.
They reassured me that everything would be fine, and though I desperately wanted to believe them, their actions spoke louder than their words—nothing about this situation felt alright.
I asked about Hunter, desperate to understand if he truly believed I had poisoned him and the others. I needed to know what he intended for me. But each time, they sidestepped the question or offered nothing but vague reassurances. Their reluct
