I didn't ask Lucien why he was there. I simply didn't have the energy to question anything anymore. My legs were still trembling from running, my chest hurt from struggling to breathe, and every time I closed my eyes, I could still see Macario inside my room with that small photograph of me in his hand. The image made my stomach twist all over again, and I hated how helpless my body felt even though I had already gotten away.Lucien didn't say anything as he approached me. He only opened the car door and waited, giving me enough space to decide for myself whether I wanted to get in. There was something about the way he stood there—calm, patient, completely unhurried—that made the panic inside me settle, even if only a little.For some reason, that was enough.I got inside.During the entire ride, neither of us spoke. I kept my hands clasped tightly over my lap, staring out the window while trying to convince myself that I was finally somewhere safe. Every now and then, I caught Lucien
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