"I told you, they won't come for you," the voice echoed, cutting through the suffocating silence of the dark room.
Elizabeth sat in the corner, knees pulled to her chest, her back pressed against the cold wall. The dim light above flickered weakly, casting shadows that danced on the cracked concrete floor. It had been a week. Seven days of being trapped in this place, alone, with nothing but her thoughts and the haunting certainty that maybe- just maybe- her family wasn't looking for her after all.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the voice. But it kept replaying in her mind, taunting her, breaking down the fragile hope she'd been clinging to. *No one's coming.*
She wanted to believe it wasn't true. That any minute now, Dad would storm through the door, Leo and Mi
