Chapter 137 Isolation
- AUTHORS POV
- Morning arrived like a silent ghost, creeping in through the gauzy curtains of the Lorenzo estate. Tessa awoke to the soft sound of the birds tweeting and the distant clinking of dishes being prepared downstairs.
- The sun had barely broken through the Monterrey haze, but she was already wide awake, lying motionless, staring at the ornate ceiling that seemed to mock her sense of captivity.