Emily’s POV
The cold stone floor beneath me was damp, pressing into my skin through the thin fabric of my clothes. I sat in the farthest corner of the cell, knees drawn to my chest, my gaze locked on the moon through the tiny barred window.
It was full tonight, glowing so brightly it painted silver streaks on the walls. I almost smiled. It was beautiful, in that haunting, untouchable way. A reminder that even in a place like this, something pure still existed.
I knew I wasn’t going to make it out of here alive. Not tonight. Maybe that should have terrified me, but instead, there was a strange calm in my chest. Death here would almost be easier than going back home… to everything I’d run from.
The sound of footsteps shattered that fragile quiet. Heavy. Purposeful. My heart started to po
