C37 Rachel’s Isolation
The house had never felt so large.
Rachel sat alone in her room, curtains drawn against the evening light. The silence pressed against her ears until she thought she might scream. Somewhere in the east wing, guards patrolled in heavier numbers. Somewhere in his study, Ethan sat buried in reports, every movement controlled, precise.
And here she was, locked in a prison built of velvet and glass
