Scarlett

The next day arrived with a gentle knock at my door. For a moment, my heart raced, fearing it might be Vanessa returning with more cruelty. But when the door opened, I saw Alisha’s familiar face instead.

“Luna, may I come in?” she asked softly.

“Yes, please,” I called out.

“Good morning, Luna.”

Alisha entered, carrying a tray laden with a steaming bowl of soup and various other dishes. I sat up in bed, surprised by the formal service.

“Why are you bringing food to ...