Elena nodded.
When the doctor left, Sofia brought her a loose robe, warm socks, and a tray of soup.
Elena stared at the food.
“When did you last eat?” Sofia asked.
“I don’t remember.”
The older woman’s expression softened.
“Then let’s start with tonight.”
Elena ate slowly, trying not to cry into the bowl.
For the first time in months, nobody was watching her to make sure she behaved correctly.
Nobody was reminding her that her room, her clothes, or her meals belonged to someone else.
Nobody was telling her what she owed.
Yet she could not relax.
Every sound outside the door made her flinch.
Every passing shadow reminded her that Isabel would not forgive this humiliation.
Across the apartment, Matthew stood in his office while his head of security delivered a report.
“The SUV belongs to a company registered under a subsidiary of Ambrose Holdings,” the security chief said. “The registration is legitimate, but the vehicle was reported stolen earlier this evening.”
