Morning came quietly. Mila opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. She didn't move.
It was too silent. There was no shouting, no chaos like last night. Everything seemed calm. But her heart was racing with restless energies.
This stillness didn't bring peace. She felt trapped, suffocated. She had no desire to get out of bed, no appetite, no motivation to plan an escape. It seemed as if even her determination felt tired.
A knock came at the door.
Mila turned her head slightly and saw a maid entering. She simply looked away.
"Miss, are you awake?" the maid asked.
Mila didn't respond. Her face went still, empty and cold.
"Please wash up. Breakfast is ready." She put a set of fresh clothes neatly on the table. "I brought these for you."
Mila didn't even look at her. She didn't care what she had brought. She didn't show any sign of getting out of bed and going to the bathroom.
