Isiah remained aloof and avoided any attempts at conversation or emotional connection. He stood there in silence, his gaze fixated on the ground, lost in his own thoughts and emotions.
Lexie, on the other hand, sat quietly on a chair next to the table, struggling to come to terms with the horrific experiences she had been subjected to.
Despite her exhaustion and pain, Lexie couldn't help but notice that her arm still twitched uncontrollably, a constant reminder of the cruelty she had suffered at the hands of her captors.
Isiah's lack of response only added to her feelings of isolation and hopelessness, leaving her feeling lost and alone.
" I get it …you don't want to talk, " she muttered to herself .
Lexie sighed, realizing that Isiah didn't want to talk to her. She watched him as he stood there, silently staring at the ground, lost in his thoughts.
