Valeria’s POV My eyes darted around the small, suffocating dark room as the first wave of real panic set in. My breath was coming in short, jagged gasps that seemed too loud in the silence. Deep breaths, Valeria. I told myself, but my brain felt like it was short-circuiting. I was sitting on a cold, wooden chair, and my hands gripped tightly in my lap. The only source of light was a tiny, rectangular window high up on the wall, so small and narrow that I doubted even a squirrel could squeeze through it. My palms were slick with sweat, and a dull throb started to drum against my temples. How did I get here? One minute, I was trying to be a Good Samaritan, and the next, the world had turned upside down. Now I can't help myself or Matteo, ugh I'm so useless. Can't I do anything right? My phone has also been taken away, so that means I can't even call for help, and I don't know if I'm trackable. Has anyone even realised that I'm gone? I mean, it has been just a day, but still, som
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