Chapter 82

ISABELLA

I put on my pajamas, and even though exhaustion weighs heavily on me, hunger is present. Furthermore, I decide to go to the kitchen, a place that seems shrouded in shadows, reflecting the weight of my own darkness. The dim light timidly illuminates the space as I sit alone on one of the chairs.

The apartment is silent, except for the muffled sound coming from Lorenzo's room. Trying to hold back the tears that threaten again, I wonder what my life would be like now if I had managed to escape that fateful day. The darkness of the kitchen is an echo of the uncertainty that permeates my thoughts.

As I struggle against the sadness, my imagination weaves alternative possibilities. In a world where I am not Lorenzo's prisoner, perhaps I would be living an ordinary life, free from the shadows that haunt this luxurious apartment.

I look around the kitchen, a room that, under different circumstances, could have been a refuge, a place to nourish not only the bo