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Tiara clung desperately to the hope that she had only been away for a night. The days had blurred together in her mind, every moment spent trapped in this suffocating space felt like an eternity. She searched Enzo's face, praying for some sign that she was mistaken, that everything was still normal outside of this twisted reality.
But her hope was shattered when he spoke.
"You've been away from home for two nights and three days," Enzo said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of guilt. For the first time since she'd been taken, he looked away from her, unable to meet her gaze. It was as if her pain weighed on him, but not enough to stop his actions.
