Ivory
I slept in Cole's room, and when morning came, I was already awake. It was four o'clock, still before dawn, but I was used to early mornings—a habit from my time in prison. I felt restless and helpless, uncertain of what to do. Sharing a bed with Cole made me uncomfortable. Besides knowing there was no love between us and that he was about to punish me in unimaginable ways, I feared that staying there would enable the culprit to continue their plans. It would have been safer if he had listened to me and let me move to Barrington.
I got out of bed and freshened up in the bathroom. I wondered if my old clothes were still in the closet. I opened it, and they were gone, just as the furniture and effects I had added to the mansion. There was nothing there that indicated I had once lived
