Liora's POV
I bit my fingers anxiously as I paced the tiny, damp room that had become my prison. My nails dug into the skin until they bled, but I barely felt the pain. My mind was a storm—racing, screaming, refusing to settle.
Every step echoed too loudly in the suffocating silence, my heart slamming against my ribs as if it wanted to break free. Sweat trickled down my back, soaking the thin fabric of my dress.
“Why the f**k did that bastard take the bullets for Hazel?” I muttered it under my breath, over and over, but no one answered. Just the wind rattling the loose boards, mocking me.
My fingers plunged into my tangled hair, yanking hard enough to sting my scalp. I spun in a tight circle, breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
The air inside was stale, thick with the smell of mo
