*Morgan*

The next morning, I wake up in the best mood I’ve been in since my cottage burned down. I jump out of bed and dress in the new clothes Catherine bought me. I choose the white sleeveless dress and put on the white underwear. I examine the heart-shaped bite in the mirror and can tell that it still will heal by the end of this month. I look out the window and see the sun has not yet risen.

I quietly walk downstairs and decide to make ...