RAYMOND I barely registered the sound of my own voice when she started screaming. One moment, Elle was still—too still, staring at me with that broken, hollow look that tore through me like a blade—and the next, she was fighting to get up, her eyes wide with panic. “Elle!” I reached for her, but she flinched, wild and disoriented. Her hands hit my chest in weak, trembling slaps, the kind that hurt more for what they meant than how they landed. “Where is she?!” she cried, her voice cracking. “Where is she, Raymond?! You were supposed to protect her!” I caught her arms before she could hurt herself, holding her gently but firmly. “Elle, please—listen to me—” But it was like she wasn’t hearing me. Her eyes were unfocused, wide and terrified, her breath coming too fast, too shallow. Her body trembled beneath my hands, and every muscle in her arms strained like she was fighting to claw the truth out of thin air. “Elle—Elle, stop—please!” I tried again, my own voice breaking. “She
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