Kimberly
I sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the rain tapping against the large glass windows. The gentle pitter-patter filled the room, but it did little to calm the storm in my mind. The Philadelphia estate was grand, almost suffocating in its splendor, and yet it offered no comfort. The walls seemed to close in around me, a silent reminder that no matter how luxurious my cage was, it was still a cage.
My fingers traced absent patterns on the silk duvet as my thoughts spiraled back to Kendrick. His demeanor over the past few days had been nothing short of shocking. If I hadn’t known better, I might have believed this softer, gentler Kendrick was real. But I did know better.
This man, who kissed my forehead and brought me breakfast in bed, was the same one wh
