Denae stopped in the far away bushes, watching as Jerald loaded the truck that had just driven in with her family.
They were tied up, just like she had been on the night of the war, and anxiety and panic filled her at that very dreadful memory.
Her heart wasn’t pumping blood, it was pumping fear and her legs…she didn’t think she could move them if she wanted to.
She could see Jerald, she could smell him and Zaid…Zaid…
Denae’s shaky hand wiped at her wet cheeks as her heart constricted in her chest. She couldn’t believe Zaid was helping his father to do something like this.
She was aware that he had changed for the worst, but she never thought he was this bad…how could he…?
Her thoughts froze when he looked at her from where he stood, wearing nothing but a smirk on his lips and a robe
