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Chapter 7 - Shadows of Remorse

Sophie's frail body shivered as she dragged herself down the dimly lit streets toward her apartment. Her steps were slow and unsteady, each movement a painful reminder of the months of torture she had endured. Her once-vibrant spirit now felt like a distant memory, buried beneath layers of exhaustion and betrayal. 

She could barely lift her head, barely feel the world around her; she was moving out of sheer will, driven by a need to reach the only place that still felt like her own. The tiny, rundown apartment she had left behind months ago was the only thing in her life that hadn't changed, the only place that had been untouched by the cruelty of the Castellano family.

In the shadows, just out of her line of sight, the Castellanos watched her in silence. They hadn't dared to approach her, knowing their presence would only deepen the wounds they'd inflicted. But none of them could look away. Each step she took seemed like a stab to their conscience, a reminder of the life they had shattered.

Natalie's eyes filled with tears as she watched her friend—her sister in every way but blood—stumble forward, each movement strained and heavy with pain. Alex clenched his fists, struggling with the guilt and shame that gnawed at him. They had all done this to her, broken the girl who had once been all warmth and kindness.

Sophie's hand finally reached the doorknob of her apartment, her fingers trembling as she twisted it open. She stepped inside, the familiar silence of her space wrapping around her like a ghost. She didn't bother to turn on the lights. The darkness felt fitting—almost comforting—as she sank down onto the cold floor, unable to hold herself up any longer.

From outside, the Castellanos continued to watch, their remorse weighing heavier with each passing second. They couldn't see her face, but they knew. They knew that they had taken her joy, her warmth, and left her with nothing but shadows.

Natalie turned away, tears streaming down her face. "We've lost her," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Even if she forgives us one day… we'll never get her back."

Giovanni nodded, his expression stoic but broken. "All we can do now is make sure she never suffers like this again."

But deep down, each of them knew that no amount of protection or penance would ever undo the damage they had done. And as they walked away from her apartment, leaving her in the darkness, they carried the weight of their guilt with them—a weight they would bear for the rest of their lives.