Lara's POV
"You should eat. You are only human, Lara. You need nutrients to survive," Lucio said, his voice calm but firm as he held out a plate toward me.
I stared at the food like it was something dangerous.
Ever since we arrived at their base, I had refused to eat anything they offered. Not because I was trying to be brave, but because I did not trust them. I did not even know where they brought me. The place looked unfamiliar, cold, and hidden, like it was meant to keep people trapped.
All I knew was this I was far from my husband.
Far from Marco. And that alone made my chest ache in a way I could not explain.
I lowered my gaze, my throat tightening as fear slowly wrapped around my heart. I kept thinking of him. I kept imagining his face, his voice, his arms around me. I kept hoping he was still alive, still fighting, still searching for me.
Because if Marco did not survive, everything I did would be for nothing. All my sacrifices would be useless.
