Rihanna’s POV
David turned away from me abruptly, leaving me with unanswered questions about why I was no longer allowed to enjoy my meals in the comfort of my room. Moments later, he called for help to escort me back to my room, and that was the last time I laid eyes on him.
Two weeks had passed since that day, and I found myself huddled in my room, wrapped in a baggy sweatshirt. Frustration consumed me as I sent countless text messages to Ivory, desperately hoping she would pick up my calls. Maria had kindly lent me an extra phone when she couldn't reach me for an entire week. I took advantage of the opportunity and tried to reach out to Ivory, longing to know if she was still alive. But for the past five days, she had been ignoring my calls, and I blamed myself for it. I had warned he
