Chapter 41: This Wretched Epilogue

Victor’s POV

I used to struggle with ropes.

I didn’t know why that was the first thought that crossed my mind as the situation unfolded in front of me, but it was. Shoelaces, skipping ropes, even sometimes whenever we would use them to lug and pull heavy objects. I didn’t know if my grip was ever tight enough, or maybe the ropes were always too small, but somehow, some way, they always seemed to slip out of my hands.

That’s how I feel right now. Like things were slipping out of my hands.

I was so sure we would win, so sure that the tides had turned and that I was now facing the end of something horrible. But as I had come to learn over the past few months, it was that the end to something always meant the beginning to another—and that beginning was never always guaranteed to be kind.