Chapter 107

LUIS'S POV The weight of the night suffocated me. Under my hands, the truck's engine rumbled steadily and steadily. On the inside, though, my thoughts were anything but serene. I watched the shadows creep across the deserted streets as I gazed out the broken window. The chaos, the screams, and the way Camila struggled like an animal in a corner were all still vivid in my mind as I listened to the fire from Santiago's lab. Even as everyone else celebrated the victory, I felt the cold weight of something worse. I tried to bury the past, but why did it always find me? Alex's footsteps broke the silence. The weary lines on his face mirrored the weight I sensed as he slid into the seat next to me. At first, he remained silent. Just look at me. Awaiting. He finally said, "You look like hell," while a tiny smile attempted to break the gloomy atmosphere. “Feels worse,” I muttered. "Unable to get rid of it." He nodded knowingly but did not press. Although I knew he wanted me to be more open, I