Chapter 9 The Price of Disobedience

Kaelia

The click of the door latch echoed in the heavy silence. I remained frozen on the edge of the mattress for a long time, staring blindly at the opposite wall. The cell phone in my palm felt like stolen contraband, its sheer weight a physical reminder of exactly what I had just done. Panic didn't crash over me in a sudden wave; it seeped into the room like cold water, chilling me from the fe