Chapter 59 Threads Of Hope

• Rachel POV
• When I stepped back into the room, the air felt heavier, as if the space itself had absorbed the anger and desperation lingering between us. My heart sank at the sight of Bonnie, sitting on the floor, her wrists still marked by the belt Jeremy had used to tie her to the bedframe.
• Her eyes were red, swollen with rage and tears, but it wasn’t her defeated posture or the marks on her skin that hurt the most. It was her gaze. A gaze that pierced through me like I was a stranger, as if the years of friendship, the laughter, the secrets shared, had turned to dust. As if I was no longer the Rachel she knew, but a traitor she couldn’t recognize.