Chapter 95 Home Prisoner

• The dripping water sounded like monotonous music, bringing a cool breeze through the open window.
• Ciara stared blankly outside, letting the raindrops wet the patch of floor under the window.
• Every time she blinked, she was afraid that this place would change and she would return to her prison. And she breathed a sigh of relief that it didn’t happen. No matter how long she closed her eyes when she opened them, she was still in the living room of Scott’s house.