Odelia stirred awake, the cold floor sending shivers through her body. Blinking away sleep, she slowly sat up, her limbs stiff. The room was dimly lit, and the silence felt heavy.
She glanced toward the door—Atlas was gone.
Her fingers instinctively brushed against her wrist, where bruises from his grip still lingered.
A bitter smile tugged at her lips. She had long stopped expecting kindness from him.
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