I step out of the bathroom after what felt like an eternity. After being held captive, with limited access to a shower or even a change of clothes, this shower was a much-needed relief, and I spent as long as I could in there. Steam trails out behind me, the fresh scent of soap and water mingling with the cool air of the room. My muscles ache, a reminder of the tension I've carried, of just how drained my body is. I could use a good night’s sleep, but that luxury is out of reach—not when my father’s and brother’s lives are in danger. Who knows what might be happening to them?
As I pat myself dry with a towel, I notice Bella seated on the bed, waiting for me. Her brows are furrowed, her eyes soft with a sympathy I almost can’t bear. She’s been looking at me like that since she got here. I
