Tabitha’s POV
The warmth of the soft sheets was a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving surfaces I’d been subjected to during my captivity. My body ached, every movement sending sharp pains through my limbs, but I forced myself to focus. I was safe now—or at least safer than I’d been.
Fabrizio’s familiar presence beside me was the first thing I registered. He was sitting close, his dark eyes filled with worry and something deeper—an anguish I hadn’t seen before. His face was shadowed with exhaustion, his hair slightly disheveled, but it was the vulnerability in his gaze that struck me the most.
“Tabitha,” he said softly, his voice rough as he reached for my hand. His fingers were warm, grounding me, pulling me back from the darkness that had threatened to swallow me whole.
Tears well
