The Illusion of Choice

Sienna’s POV

The silence was suffocating.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers gripping the silk sheets, knuckles pale. The room around me was beautiful, drowning in wealth, but it felt smaller. Tighter, suffocating.

It had been beautified but I was reminded of just how much of a prisoner I was.

I didn’t think anything was going to make me forget that.

And as my grip tightened on the sheets, I