RUNNING AWAY

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She lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts a tangled mess of fear and uncertainty. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows around the room, creating an intimate yet confining atmosphere. She could hear the faint hum of traffic outside, a distant reminder of the world beyond these walls.

Her mind raced, replaying the day's events over and over. Lucian's arrival, the news of Dominic coming to London—it all felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

She wondered about her family, the people she left behind, and if she would ever see them again. The ache of homesickness tugged at her heart, mingling with the anxiety of potentially facing Dominic once more.

If she managed to get here, her passport must be somewhere in the apartment, probably with Mateo. The thought of him keeping it hidden made her feel trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage. She needed to find it, needed to have an escape plan ready before things got even worse.

Ro