Lina’s POV
The highway feels too open. Too exposed. Cold air slices against my skin, but it isn’t the cold making me tremble.
It’s him.
Not Carlino.
The masked man that was presently right in front of us.
The way he stands there like this is all rehearsal. Like he expected us to arrive exactly like this. Like he knew Carlino would step out first.
Like he knew I would follow.
I shouldn’t have come.
I shouldn’t have insisted.
But I can’t stay locked behind walls anymore. Not when every second I remain silent feels like a ticking clock inside my own body.
My hand drifts unconsciously to my abdomen.
Small. Flat. Unchanged. But not empty. I already knew that. The nausea. The dizziness. The way the scent of coffee suddenly makes my stomach revolt. The way exhaustion clings to my bones
