Adina's POV

The air in the room was thick with a tangible weight that pressed down on us. I sat on the edge of the bed, my body still trembling from the fear and frustration. My throat was tight, and the tears I had been holding back for so long finally streamed down my face.

"I'm just so tired of always being scared," I whispered, the words a raw confession. "I'm so terrified all the time, and I was just trying to distract myself. That's why I asked Mr. Johnson to take me to the ...