Sandy's POV
Hours dragged by like an eternity, yet nobody bothered to release me from this makeshift prison. My patience had evaporated completely, replaced by a gnawing restlessness that clawed at my insides.
What secrets was Charles keeping from me?
Who was this mysterious woman everyone whispered about?
Void thoughts spiraled through my mind, feeding the anxiety that threatened to consume me. I had played the obedient captive long enough, sitting quietly like some docile pet waiting for scraps of attention.
That wasn't who I was.
Rising from the bed, I approached the open window that had been taunting me for hours. The second floor wasn't exactly ground level, but the drop wouldn't kill me. At worst, I'd walk away with some bruises and a twisted ankle.
I gripped the windowsill, studying the garden below with its carefully arranged flower beds. Every passing minute intensified the restless energy coursing through my veins.
