Chapter 90: The Trap Closes

The sun hasn't risen yet. 

The sky behind the blinds hovers between ink and indigo. A fragile in-between. Like me. 

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. 

Tomorrow, at dawn. 

These words loop endlessly. They haunt me. They terrify me. 

I lift my eyes toward the door. Behind it, in the neighboring room, Léo still sleeps. His gentle breathing lulled me all night. 

Mila, though, stayed awake. I heard her pacing, pausing, starting again. Her anxiety vibrated through the wall. 

I close my eyes. 

Leave. 

Abandon everything. 

Léo. Mila. Myself. Far from this chaos. 

Far from Alessandro. 

I drag a hand over my face. My palms are damp, my heart pounds so hard it sickens me. 

Lorenzo promised an escape. A way out. Safety. 

But at what cost? 

What if I'm wrong? 

A noise snaps me from my thoughts. 

The door cracks open. Mila.