Cecilia

The summons came as Phyllis delivered my breakfast. My father was home, and I was to have Darren escort me to his office at ten a.m. sharp. She didn’t elaborate upon his order; simply, I was to be there. No questions. Arrive on time like the punctual prisoner I was.

Although I’d been trying to consume the food that was brought to my suite, Phyllis’s report of my father’s return and proclamation of my appearance had my stomach once again in knots.

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