LUCAThe basement was cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made a home there. The air was thick—damp concrete, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood. A single overhead bulb flickered, casting jagged shadows against the stone walls.Alicia sat slumped in the chair, wrists bound, her lip split. Her once-pristine blouse clung to her skin, stained with sweat and something colder—fear. She barely lifted her head when I stepped inside, but her eyes flickered with something. Exhaustion. Defiance. Maybe even relief.Rafael leaned against the wall, arms crossed, silent. We both knew why we were here.I pulled up a chair, settling in front of her, elbows on my knees. "You look like hell."Alicia let out a breathy laugh, empty and brittle. "I've had better days."I studied her—the bruises, the sharp edges of her face, the way her fingers trembled slightly against the bindings. “You know why I’m here.”She nodded, slow and deliberate. "And you know what I'm going to say."
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