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Edwina

It's been a week since I arrived here, and strangely, I feel a bit better than that first day. The air is still heavy with uncertainty, but I'm adapting. Yet, there's this constant thorn in my side—Edward. His presence sets me on edge, a simmering anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Why does he hover over me, watching every move, offering assistance I never asked for?

I can't fathom his motives, and frankly, I don't care. He's wasting his time. There's nothing left for him or anyone else to take from me.

I'm hollow, an empty shell of what I used to be. From now on, I've decided not to bother contemplating consequences before every move. Life's become a precarious dance, and I'll waltz through it as if I'm on the brink of my demise. There's a certain freedom in living without restraint, without a plan.

Perhaps that's my way of coping with the chaos around me. I'll just exist, each day a step closer to the unknown, uncaring of what lies ahead.

The second day I