**SAMANTHA'S POINT OF VIEW**

“Sam, sweetheart, what’s going on? The maids mentioned that you’ve locked yourself in your room since morning. Please, open the door and talk to your mother. I’m really worried about you, honey… What’s the matter?” I could hear my mother’s concerned voice filtering through the solid door, but I merely sat there in silence, my gaze fixed vacantly on the door as a deep sigh escaped my lips.

I’ve been holed up in this room since I got back from Giovans place. Even now, it feels surreal, like I’m trapped in a never-ending nightmare. I always believed he loved me; I was certain of it. How...