Being alone against her will really gave Chiara too much time to think. And she hated thinking—because it always ended with her blaming herself.The room seemed to shrink, pressing in from all sides, but she reminded herself that it was just in her head. She’d spent days alone in her room before. So why did this feel different?She darted toward the door, drumming her fingers against it in a desperate rhythm, hoping maybe—just maybe—she could test her luck."Chiara, give it a rest. I'm not letting you out of there until tomorrow at least."She huffed and pulled away, tugging nervously at the sleeve of her sweater. She needed a way out. Any way out.The birds outside started chirping, annoyingly chipper. Chiara groaned and slapped her palms over her ears, marching to the window. With a frustrated yell, she flailed her arms out the window and shouted every curse word she could think of until the birds scattered like they'd seen a ghost.Sighing, she scanned the room, her gaze landing on
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