Chapter 31

I don’t remember walking back.

One moment, I’m standing in the garden, my body stiff with cold, my heart beating too fast, my ears ringing with the sound of his voice.

"It’s already enough that you got rid of her parents. You don’t have to get rid of her too."

My uncle.

My uncle killed my parents.

The next moment, I’m inside, standing in the warm glow of the house. I barely register the change. I barely register anything.

A voice reaches me, but it’s muffled, like it's coming from underwater.

“Lilah?”

Another voice. Urgent. Concerned. A hand grabs my wrist.

I don’t react.

I don’t move.

I can’t move.

More hands touch me—my arms, my shoulders. The voices grow more frantic, but I can’t hear them. I can’t hear them.

There’s too much noise in my head.

"Got rid of her parents."

"You don’t have to get rid of her too."

I pull my wrist free, turn, and start walking.

I don’t know where I’m going, but my feet do.