ELIZABETH'S POV

It was hard to sleep in this place, even when given the chance. Most of us found solace in late-night conversations, sharing stories, and connecting. It gave us a flicker of hope-a reminder that we were still alive, still human.

Tonight was one of those nights. A small group of us gathered to talk quietly, breaking the suffocating silence of captivity.

Ora sat on the edge of her bed, her hands folded in her lap, and a faint smile gracing her lips. "I've been here for five years, and I'm just grateful to be alive. The group I used to travel with... they were all killed. Somehow, they...