Ezra
I opened my eyes and just lay there staring at the ceiling. Wedding? In three weeks? Those words kept spinning around in my head. Allen had said it so casually, like it was already decided, like I didn't even get a say. I pulled the blanket higher and tried to push the thought away, but it didn't work.
The next five days went by in a blur. Allen didn't show up once. Every morning the attendants came in with clean bandages and medicine. They checked my wound, changed the dressing, and made sure I ate. If I wanted to leave the room, two guards followed me everywhere. It was clear that it was all Allen's doing. Of course he wouldn't want his play toy to escape his sight.
My foot still hurt when I put weight on it, and the idea of escaping felt pointless. Where would I go?
