Bianca’s POV

The night was quiet, and uncomfortably so…

I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind spinning with thoughts.

My palms wouldn’t stop sweating, no matter how many times I wiped them on my nightgown. I’d made up my mind… tonight, I was leaving.

A soft knock echoed at my door.

It was Martha.

“Come in,” I whispered.

The door creaked open and she stepped inside.

“Bianca,” she whispered, closing the door behind her, “you called me...”

I looked ...