ELIZABETH POV
The guards flanked me on either side, their grip like iron shackles as they pushed me toward the elevator. My feet dragged across the floor, my sobs still caught in my throat. Every step away from him felt like my body was being torn apart.
“Don’t drag her, she can walk!” Nana’s voice cracked through the tension like a whip.
I froze. My head turned just enough to see her standing at the end of the corridor, her frail frame trembling, her eyes fixed on me with a look that made my knees buckle. Pity. Hurt. Disappointment.
I forced a shaky smile, though my lips trembled. “I’m fine, Nana.” The words sounded hollow, like I was trying to convince myself instead of her. But her face told me otherwise. She didn’t believe me.
“Come on,” the guard muttered, tugging me forward.
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