Chapter 155

• Lucia's POV
• Doors slammed heavy behind us. Echo boomed in the underground vault.. cold air hit like a slap. Walls lined with Elena’s seized stuff: files stacked high, tapes labeled dates, photos of young me pinned up like trophies. Smiling kid on swings, pigtails flying. Victor forced the “family portrait” quick.. pulled Sofia between us, his arms fake warm around shoulders. Flash clicked. Guard’s phone. Sick smile on his face.
• Hate boiled hot in my gut for him. But… little girl me craved that dad approval still. Flashback snuck in: old smiles, him tossing me in air, “My mija!” Laughter real then? Sofia leaned into him automatic.. confusion in her eyes big. She wanted it too. Dad. Monster mix.