A Taste of Kindness

Sylvie's POV

I kept staring at the wooden door long after Griselda shut it. My bare feet felt glued to the floral rug beneath me. The sudden shift in my reality left my exhausted mind spinning in confused circles. Just ten minutes ago, I was certain I was marching toward an execution block. Now, I stood alone in a beautiful bedroom, holding an open invitation to bathe and eat. It felt like a crue