Siena’s POV

I didn’t know how long I had been crying.

Minutes might have passed. Maybe hours. Or maybe it had only been seconds stretched out by the weight of fear and pain pressing down on my chest. I had completely lost track of time, as if the ticking clock had stopped existing the moment they locked me in this place.

My body was curled tightly on the cold, unforgiving concrete floor. My arms were wrapped around my knees like they were the only thing I had left to hold onto in this world. I was trembling, not from cold exactly, but from exhaustion and the overwhelming ache that had...