KAYLA POINT OF VIEW.

It’s been exactly a week since I’ve gotten home, and a week since I last saw my parents. Ever since they brought me back, I haven’t set eyes on them, and we don’t eat together like we used to. The maids bring my meals to me, then take back the plates when it’s time to bring the next one.

I know my father’s silence means he’s up to no good. It’s like the kind of calmness before the storm. I can feel it in my bones, something is coming, something worse than ...