CAGED SOFIA’S POVThe bedroom door locks at exactly 10PM, every night. It was the same sound and unfortunately the same cage.I pressed my ear against the wood and counted Luca's footsteps down the hallway, fourteen steps to his door, if I'm not mistaken. The door closes and finally, the whole mansion can breathe. Twenty three years I have been so calculative, learning the different tones of his door from the time he's entering the room to when he's leaving the room to meet me.Ever since that night, I stopped believing he was just my brother. Not after the stunt he pulled a few years back. Hell no.I stood at the window and looked out at the garden below, the manicured hedges and the stone fountain with two guards who changed their positions by 11pm. I thought about the black dress folded inside my winter coat at the back of my closet. I thought about the guard who owed Gonna a favour.“Hmm, maybe he could be useful tonight.” I thought to myself as I remembered how he told her about
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