Fallon
I tug the thin blanket tighter around my shoulders, the coarse fabric barely warding off the chill seeping into my bones. I can’t eat; every time I glance at the untouched plate on the nightstand, Leone’s venomous words echo in my mind, robbing me of any appetite. My stomach clenches, more from dread than hunger.
I curl into a tighter ball, pressing my back against the cold wall, as if the icy surface might absorb some of the fear coursing through me. It’s a futile hope. The darkness presses in, suffocating, while thoughts of Emma swirl in my head. Is she laughing right now, her blue eyes sparkling with innocent joy feels so distant to me now? And my father—does he even know where I am? The helplessness claws at me relentlessly, refusing to let go.
A shiver runs through me, not e
