SALVADOR'S POV:
She blinked a few times, her brow furrowing as if pulling herself back into the present fully. "Is he gone?" she asked, her voice barely more than a breath.
"Yes," I assured her, biting back the anger that threatened to erupt at the thought of what she'd faced. "He can't hurt you anymore."
I sensed the tremor in her body, the way she pulled the blankets close to her as if trying to shield herself from the world. "I don't want to go back," she murmured, her voice wavering. "I don't want to feel that way again. I don't want to be here."
I quickly moved in closer, my heart aching for her fear. "Listen to me, Suzana. It's okay to feel scared. It's okay to feel whatever you're feeling, but you're safe now. We'll make sure you're taken care of. And I'll be with you—every step of the way. You're not alone," I promised, my resolve solidifying in the face of her pain.
