ISABELLA
I was losing my mind.
It had been over two weeks, a full fucking two weeks since anyone truly acknowledged my existence.
I had been locked in this room like some dangerous criminal, yet no charges, no trial, not even a voice behind the door to remind me I was still part of the living world.
Just food trays slid in without a word. Just silence. Endless silence.
Lorenzo hadn't come, he refused to show up or even care about me. He hadn't even looked at me.
Despite the polished furniture, the lush bed linens, and a shelf stacked with untouched books I could barely focus on, the place felt like a velvet coffin. No phone.
There was no internet to know what was going on in the world. No word about my father, or what exactly he was trying to do. If he was trying at all to even fight for me. What the masses think about me.
Nothing! Not even a whisper of what the hell was going on outside these four suffocating walls.
