-Elizabeth-
I could feel the cold, hard chair beneath me, a grim reminder of how precarious my situation had become. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead in the small, empty interrogation room, casting a harsh glow that only served to highlight the chaos in my mind. Zayn and Sean sat on either side of me, the weight of our shared ordeal pressing down on all of us as we gazed through the one-way mirror. The frustration and anger simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over as we awaited Hayle's arrival. My heart raced—not only from fear of what she might say or do but from the desperate need for answers.
Since the moment I learned of Hayle and Nathan's twisted designs, I had felt like a marionette with strings tangled, desperately trying to cut myself free. They had sp
