SUZANA'S POV:
I felt the weight of memories pressing against my mind like a heavy fog, each thought tangled and suffocating. Who was he? The questions spiraled endlessly, clawing at the edges of my consciousness. I kept retracing steps I'd rather forget—flashes of faces, snippets of laughter, moments of normality that felt like they belonged to someone else entirely.
The silence of my new room enveloped me, a stark contrast to the chaos that resided within. I focused on the rhythm of my breath, each inhale and exhale a small victory against the tide of panic. Salvador had said it could be my space, my sanctuary. So, I needed to make it feel like that.
