Chapter 21: The Morning After

I wake to a hazy dawn filtering through the flimsy motel curtains. My head throbs with a mix of adrenaline crash and guilt. Elena is curled against me under the threadbare sheets, her face turned away. For a moment, I wonder if she regrets everything.

She stirs, eyes fluttering open. We exchange a tense, loaded glance. Neither of us speaks. We both know there's no undoing what happened last night—we've crossed the boundary we'd skirted for so long.

Eventually, Elena sits up, pulling the sheet around her. "We need to talk," she says, voice still husky with sleep.

My stomach clenches. "About running?"

She nods, gaze drifting toward the stained carpet. "I don't know how or when, but… I can't let him drag me overseas. I can't stay in that cage." Her voice trembles. "And now… after this, it feels even more impossible to pretend at home."

My heart pounds. This is more real than ever. But do I have the courage to join her? The question hangs between us like a guillotine waiting to fall.