Ophelia’s POV

Lying in my bed, I began to think about my circumstances. If there had been any change in the situation they'd have come to tell me. Of course, they hadn't, and I still knew nothing. It was safe to assume they were going according to the plan.

This was ridiculous for me to await my fate without speaking up. I'd made a vow not to stay silent. Remaining hidden in this room and crying wasn't going to get me the answers I needed. It was critical that I talk ...