Evelyn POV
I'm lying on my side facing away from the door. I refuse to talk to anyone that has come into the room. Something feels off despite Cassandra's insistence that she is a prisoner here. They even sent a small boy a few times with sweets. My heart broke to see him, but besides thanking him for the food, I didn't want to get attached to him. I have no idea whose child he is, but he looks unkempt every time I see him.
The door opening has me trying to control my breathing. It's easier to get rid of them quickly if I pretend I'm asleep. I think it's been three or four days since they brought me here, but being in this room without a clock or TV I've lost track of time. "Get up Evelyn and eat. Enough pouting. It's time to act like a grown up and be a good girl," Miranda says. I had
