Christy's POV
I sat by the window of Kendrick's new penthouse, the morning sun streaming through the glass and warming my skin.
While in Curtis' hands, I always hoped that I would see the sun again but as time went on, I began losing hope. But at this moment it felt like a blessing.
I looked down at my left hand, watching the sunlight dance off the massive diamond perched on my finger. It was heavy, a constant weight that reminded me I wasn't dreaming.
It has been three weeks since I was rescued at the river bank. My physical wounds had healed but the mental ones took longer. Sometimes, if I closed my eyes too fast, I still saw Curtis's blank stare. Sometimes, I still heard Piper's scream.
But then, I would feel a warm hand on my shoulder or hear a familiar, deep voice calling my name, and the shadows would retreat.
