Maria.
This has to be a cruel joke.
How on earth were we supposed to adjust everything and act so fast in a space of a few short hours?
The plans were already sorted out, but it would take time to implement and mark out the drafting.
The crushing realization settled over me like a heavy weight. Vincent had done this intentionally.
He was far too calculating to leave something this massive to chance; he must have suspected all along that I wanted to escape.
That had to be why he stubbornly refused to set a definite date, keeping the timeline vaguely suspended in the air until now, only to randomly proclaim tomorrow as the day without giving anyone time to breathe—let alone execute a complex breakout.
My shoulders slumped in total defeat the very moment Vincent left the room in a hurry, taking the oppressive atmosphere with him but leaving behind absolute chaos.
