Rachel
My stomach started growling loudly after some time. I had been sitting on the bed, staring at the wall, lost in my thoughts. The guilt from last night still sat heavy in my chest, but hunger was stronger now. I touched my stomach gently, thinking about the baby. I needed to eat something for both of us.
I waited for a long time, hoping someone would bring food to my room. A maid. A servant. Anyone. But no one came. The mansion stayed quiet and cold. It felt like they had all decided to pretend I did not exist.
I sighed and stood up. My legs felt weak, but I could not stay hungry all day. I had to go downstairs myself.
The hallway was empty when I stepped out. I walked slowly, looking around. The big house felt like a maze. I passed several guards standing near the stairs. I trie
