He killed my mother

Aria’s POV

I felt weak. Every breath I took felt like dragging broken glass through my lungs.

I shifted slightly on the cold, hard floor, my limbs trembling with the effort. My wrists ached from the tight restraints that had long since bruised my skin.

My stomach growled angrily, but it was a hollow, futile sound. I hadn’t been fed since I was thrown into this place. I don’t know how long I have been in here. Three days? What will happen if it’s longer??

Time blurred in the dark.

The only thing I could feel with any certainty was that whatever they injected into my system that day... it was still there. Still crawling through my veins like poison.

I could feel it eating at my strength, fogging my mind. Sometimes, I’d open my eyes and forget where I was. Or worse, I’d remember everything all at once. the accusations, the heartbreak.

I swallowed hard, but even that burned.

I pressed my head weakly against the wall, trying to slow my breathing. The room was silent except for the