Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Jean had been locked away in the basement of the Hamilton manor for over two months now. During that time, she had no access to her phone or any form of entertainment, and she counted the days with her fingers.

She had lost track of how long she'd been confined there. All she could remember was that when she first arrived, the branches outside were bare, stripped of leaves. But now, new shoots had sprouted, a beautiful green a stark contrast against the dullness of her surroundings.

Her favorite thing to do every day was to sit by the window after dinner and quietly watch the green leaves and the birds.

For some reason, her body felt uncomfortably warm that night, and she couldn't sleep. So, she got out of bed, hugged her knees, and sat by the window, gazing at the branches outside.

All of a sudden, the door creaked open and clicked shut again. Not expecting much, Jean turned around to look at the figure that had entered.

Her eyes were hollow and unfocused as she stared blankly at the person walking in. Gradually, her pupils came into focus and lit up. "Brad, is that you? Is it really you?" she asked, pushing herself off the ground to sit up and lunge at the tall figure.

sunlight-a place that, no matter how diligently she cleaned, always carried a musty smell. The room itself was furnished with a bed,

life of luxury, these conditions were unbearable. Every day, she

loud she yelled, no one paid her any attention. Eventually,

a time when she insisted on seeing Brad. Unfortunately, even when she screamed until her throat was raw,

she thought she was hallucinating. Eagerly, she ran toward him, wanting to confirm that

one step ahead of her. He hastily stepped back and

against

confirm he was real-the

I knew you wouldn't just leave