The morning sunlight spilled into the grand bedroom, casting a warm glow over the plush furnishings.
Eva stirred on the luxurious bed, blinking away the remnants of sleep. For a fleeting moment, the events of the previous night felt like a distant dream.
But reality soon settled in, and with it, a wave of unease.
Reaching for her phone, she unlocked the screen, her heart sinking when she saw no missed calls or messages.
She had been expecting—hoping—for at least a word from her father or sister. Surely, they couldn't just abandon me…
The silence from them felt like a confirmation of her worst fear: she had been discarded, sold like an object.
The weight of betrayal pressed against her chest, and she couldn't hold back the tears that spilled down her cheeks.
Why did it have to be me? she thought bitterly, wiping her face with trembling hands.
