Faith
Morning light poured through the tall arched windows, filling my massive bedroom with soft golden warmth. I lay still for a long moment, staring up at the intricate molding on the ceiling. My ribs throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and my right arm felt heavy in its fiberglass cast.
For a split second, I forgot where I was. I expected to hear the noisy city traffic outside my tiny apartment window, or Maya calling from the kitchen asking if we had enough milk.
Then I looked around at the silk curtains, the mahogany furniture, and the plush Persian rug.
Sutton Manor.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as last night’s memory washed over me with terrifying clarity. Noah’s quiet, tearful whisper echoed in my ears: “I didn’t run away. Someone told me Daddy was waiting across the roa
