I didn't know how long I'd been there for, but it must have been a while. My eyes had already adjusted to the dark, and I could make out shadows... areas of the small room that seemed darker than everything else. My hearing became better to compensate for my lack of sight.

All I could do was sit and think and hope that someone would remember I was in here. I let my thoughts drift on their own, wandering wherever they wished and they brought me back to that awful day when all of this had begun.

I could still remember his eyes, the way they had widened as the bullet sped towards him. Luke had tried to protect me from the others, but in the end, there was nothing he could do. Unbidden, his smiling face popped into my head. I could see him clearly, from his dark brown eyes to his open smile. We were happy then.

But happiness doesn't last forever, and my father has powerful enemies. Those enemies sought to kidnap me and use me to bring him down. And Luke tried... but he couldn't.

Tears formed in my eyes and I brushed them away, angry with myself. Luke had given his life to protect me. I had to be strong for him.

There was a shuffling outside the door. Two people. I could hear them fumbling with the lock, and then suddenly, the door was opening, light pouring in. I shielded my eyes, not used to the light anymore. As they gradually became accustomed, my eyes widened when the two people stepped in.

The younger one walked over to me and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again.

"Why are you here?"

He said nothing, simply wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace. I was frozen in time. It was like seeing a ghost.

"You... You're dead," I said again.

I could feel his smile. "I thought I was too," he said softly. "I was in the hospital for a week. They missed the lung by just a fraction, so I didn't die. I'm sorry. I tried to find you, but it took me a while. Your father helped too."

"My... father?"

The news surprised me. I had thought my father couldn't have cared less.

"We've both given up a lot to find you and bring you home again. Come on. We have to hurry. We aren't safe yet."

He took my hand and helped me to my feet. The tears wouldn't stop crying. Luke had come back from the grave for me.

I didn't care about anything else. I knew that as long as he was by my side, I would always be strong. We ran out of the room, out into a huge gunfight, but nothing affected me as long as he held my hand.

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