EDEN

Seven days. That’s how long I’ve been here. No windows, no phone, no clock to tell me what hour it is. The only rhythm I have is Bethany showing up with food, her quiet check-ins making me feel less like a guest and more like someone under watch.

On day four, they upgraded the room without me asking. The bed was swapped for something larger, and much softer. A dresser appeared, stocked with clothes I never asked for—oversized shirts, short shorts. An attempt at comfort, I guess. ...