Chapter 155

Silvia The cold hit me first, like a thousand needles piercing my skin. I blinked my eyes open, disorientation washing over me in waves. This wasn't my bedroom or a hospital room. The ceiling above was bare concrete, spotted with dark patches of mold and water damage. My mind felt foggy, like I was swimming through thick syrup trying to make sense of where I was. A chill of dread settled in my stomach as I glanced down at my body. I couldn't stop shaking. But what truly horrified me wasn't just being cold—it was my appearance. My limbs were thin and frail, my legs bony, my hands like twigs. I looked like a kid again—small, starved, and curled up like something the world forgot existed. Hunger chewed through my insides like a wild animal that hadn’t been fed in days. I pulled my knees to my chest, hoping the pain would settle if I just made myself smaller. It didn’t.Then—bang. The door exploded open with a slam loud enough to rattle my bones. She stood there, filling the doorway like a