Selling Myself
Harper POV
Only two days remained before the departure, and I spent almost the entire time lying in the servant's room.
The mattress was hard, the curtains faded and threadbare, and the air was thick with a faint, musty staleness.
My cuts were beginning to scab over, but the wounds in my heart, I knew, would never fully heal.
Thinking I needed to pack a few changes of clothes, I returned to the main house.
A light, cheerful humming sound drifted from my walk-in closet.