Sandy's POV
Time moved strangely when your world had shattered into pieces. Two months had crawled by since I'd started living in this gothic mansion, yet each day felt identical to the last. I existed in a strange limbo where hours passed but nothing really changed inside me.
The mansion staff had become my only companions in this empty existence. Their faces were the only brightness in an otherwise colorless world, though even their kindness couldn't penetrate the numbness that had settled over me like a thick blanket.
Penny, the head cook, prepared elaborate meals every morning, hoping to coax some appetite back into me. Her warm brown eyes would light up whenever I managed more than a few bites, as if my eating was some small victory worth celebrating.
