The rest of breakfast goes as well as it can, considering everything. I try to talk to Serena a few more times and Damian seems to keep his eyes on me, for the most part. I guess he thinks I might bolt at any moment.

Though I won’t, I sure feel like it. My legs twitch with the urge to flee. It’s like my body already knows this place isn’t safe and never will be. I don’t belong here, and if I don’t leave soon, I never will.

When breakfast finally ends, I push back from the table and ...