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Chapter 77

Author: Cherish
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-13 20:09:35

The cell was cold, damp stone pressing against my back as I sat in the corner, knees drawn to my chest. The metallic tang of blood and dirt clung to me no matter how hard I tried to scrub it off. My hands still shook, even days later, with the memory of Falcon's body collapsing into mine—his warmth fading too quickly, his voice breaking as he spoke of a daughter I would never know.

Amaya sat on the opposite side, silent, her eyes red but dry. She had cried herself out long ago. Now, she only watched me, worry etched on her face.

I couldn't cry anymore. My grief had folded inward, a hard stone lodged deep in my chest. I felt hollow, but restless. My fingers traced idle patterns in the dirt, my body desperate to do something—anything—yet trapped within four walls that smelled of rust and hopelessness.

I thought of Falcon's words. You remind me of her. That smile, fleeting yet real, even as his life slipped away. He had died protecting me, and I had done nothing—nothing—except watch. My
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