Kaya's POV. 

 

Two weeks later. 

 

The sun burns my skin, forcing me to wake up and sit up. I am on a spherical-shaped mat, placed directly on the ground, just a few centimeters from the bed. 

 

Raising my face, I see that there's no one there. I can only fathom a meaning: the triplets didn't sleep in last night. 

 

It has been two weeks since they released me from that ill-fitting dungeon, where my skin still suffers bumps from the worms in there and the insects. 

 

Anyway, my life has moved from poor to agonizing. Every day that I wake up, I wish I did not. I wish it was...