~Grace~
I might have stood there for hours, gawking up at the sight of the neat lawn and the mansion.
Little by little, my steps grow smaller, my face heavy with reluctance.
I understand that this is the packhouse, and packhouses don't bring happy memories to me especially.
The packhouse at the Oceania was a place where I was only safe while hiding. I'm only happy when I'm locked up and away from people. I don't want to go back to anything like the attic.
"This will be your home, Grace," Rafe announces, tugging my hand to start moving.
I've never imagined I would have a place called home in my lifetime.
I'm a nobody. I've been made to understand that and to live with that reality. Nothing is ever mine not even if I work hard for it.
I force myself to stay present, to observe my surroundings. It will come in handy if I need to flee.
In terms of size, this packhouse is bigger than the one at Oceania.
