The lies. The revelation. The fear.
It felt as though every piece of happiness she had ever held was slipping through her fingers, falling into nothingness, and all she could do was cry as it vanished.
She was too shocked too fractured by everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours to even think of escape. The idea never crossed her mind. Survival itself felt like too much to manage.
The door opened again.
Corinne stepped back inside, balancing a tray of food in her hands. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room, lowering herself to the floor opposite Sofía before setting the plate down in front of her.
"Please eat," Corinne said gently. "You must be hungry."
Sofía had already scrubbed the tears from her face. She refused to let them see how weak she felt how shattered she truly was.
She stared at the plate. Steam curled upward from a serving of pasta that looked warm, rich, and delicious.
She felt nothing.
Not hunger. Not desire. Nothing at all.
