Chapter 109

• As the truck's metal door swung open, the setting sun's warm rays spilled in, illuminating the faces of the captives like a gentle benediction. The setting light danced across their faces, highlighting the exhaustion and fear etched on their skin. Isabella's gaze locked onto her children, her heart swelling with emotion like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.
• Mira, Mike and Max, stood before her, their small bodies swaying slightly as they moved in their chains. The metal links clanked softly, a haunting sound that expressed their captivity. Isabella's eyes scanned their faces, taking in every detail.
• A faint bruise was evident on Mira's lip, a reminder of the tape that had silenced them for so long. The skin around the bruise was tender and swollen, a poignant testament to the brutality they had endured. Isabella's breath caught, a whispered apology escaping her lips like a sigh. "Baby, sorry."