Sebastian didn't move or say anything.

He sat there with his hands resting on the table and a calm, patient look on his face, as if he was waiting for her to go on.

Callista's throat tightened, but she forced the words out like they’d been burning a hole in her chest for years.

"The place looked fine on paper—good reputation, strict rules, all the things my dad could brag about to his golf buddies. But once I got there, it was a different world. Cold, isolating… the kind of place where ...