Chapter 145 The Truth
- I lay on the cold ground for hours, tears streaming down my cheeks; my baby cried, and I could not find the strength to comfort her while I wept, the weight of fear and despair pressing heavily on my chest.
- The door creaked open, and Maria dashed in, her face etched with concern.
- "Are you all right?" she asked, her voice filled with concern as she helped me onto the bed. I sat up, leaning against the bed.