CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The ground shook so violently that I lost my balance. Before I could grab onto anything, the earth split open beneath my feet.
I fell.
The darkness swallowed me whole.
Am I really going to die this time?
That was the only thought in my mind as the wind whipped past my ears. But after a few seconds, the feeling changed. I wasn't falling anymore—I was being pulled, dragged through a pitch-black void like a vortex trying to spit me out.
And then—
I jolted awake.
My lungs burned as if I hadn't breathed in hours. I gasped loudly, clutching my chest. Everything was dark, silent. When my eyes adjusted, I saw someone lying beside me.
My dad.
It looked like he hadn't left my side since I collapsed.
A bitter ache squeezed my chest.
Even now… I still couldn't accept that the same man sleeping beside me had killed my mother and my sister. I didn't even know how to feel about him anymore.
Then something sharp poked my leg.
I slipped my hand into my pocket.
