Aida POV

We are up before anyone else in the house. It has to be this way, I know, but why does it feel so bad? Maybe because the sense of impending doom is chasing me like a negative cloud of energy. Again. I’ve had too many of these feelings in my life to know that whatever is coming isn't good.

The quiet knock at my door tells me my escape accomplice is here. I shuffle about my room in the dim light of the bedside lamp I switch on and grab my small bag of belongings.

This sucks. I was just beginning to feel at home here. Just starting...