KAYLA POINT OF VIEW

I decided to stroll out today, being locked inside the house had been messing with my mental health lately. The dogs Aiden and my father assigned to guard me didn’t protest when I told them I needed some air. Maybe they pitied me, or maybe they just didn’t care anymore. Either way, I didn’t wait for them to change their minds.

I slipped into one of Aiden’s black SUVs, hoping he wouldn’t notice. My heart jerked a little as I started the engine, the sound of the ...