Carmen’s POV

I was alone.

Not all alone, because technically there were guards outside the door, two of them, I could hear their boots sometimes when they shifted their weight or cleared their throat or talked quietly to each other like they didn’t want me to hear but of course I heard anyway. But inside the room, inside my head, I was very alone.

They moved me to the new wing. That’s what they called it. New wing like it was something nice. Like fresh paint and better furniture means ...