Elle
I slowly open my eyes before abruptly sitting up, panting, and I realize I’m in a big bed and I still have the shirt on. Just then, the door opens, and a guy comes in. He’s also around Lucah’s age, if not a little older, but not too old. He has tattoos on his arms up to his neck. “You’re awake,” he says, walking up to the bed, causing me to scoot up to the headboard. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. I promise,” he says, and stops, putting up his hands. “Can I sit down?” he asks, gesturing to the edge of the bed, and I hesitantly nod, tears escaping my eyes and my lips starting to quiver.
“What’s your name?”
“Da-Danielle.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Danielle. I’m Miguel Hernández,” he says, taking my trembling hand and leaving a kiss atop it. “Please, don’t be afraid you’re safe here,”
