CYRILLA'S POV
Five days. It’s been five days since I was brought here, and despite everything, it’s not as unbearable as I had anticipated. I’ve always preferred the quiet of home, anyway.
Although I don’t have a TV or internet here, to be honest, I find it refreshing. I have books, plenty of books to lose myself in. Millie is kind enough to bring me new reading materials before I finish the ones I have. Thankfully, Hunter hasn’t shown up to annoy me.
I can walk normally now. I can tell that my stitches are nearly healed, as evidenced by the scabs that have formed. However, I've been advised to avoid strenuous activities to prevent the risk of reopening my wounds.
Aside from reading, I spend my time on the balcony. I usually start my mornings there with a cup of coffee and watch the s
