Chapter 61

The thoughts of Sirch and the two secret police wolves showing up at my house, and my parents covering for me and having their hearts ripped out of their chests, surged back into my mind. The horrific events happened and couldn’t be undone, no matter how much I wished they could.

I sobbed. I couldn’t help worrying about seeming pathetic for crying, though. Filtering my emotions should’ve been the last thing on my mind. Yet I was alone and nobody was around to comfort me. There weren’t enough words to describe how empty I felt. I would have to live the rest of my life without my parents. And I was nowhere near ready to think the day might come when I wasn’t so furious. I couldn’t dance around how Sirch killed them in cold blood. Almost as if he had nothing better to do. He didn’t have to murder Mom and Dad, though. Footsteps grew louder and louder. I shifted my attention. The outline of what I assumed was Stefan and a guard approached me.