Darlene’s pov
“Do you remember her cries, huh, Darlene? Remember how Bunty and Dada killed her? She begged for mercy, didn't she?” he said.
I was astounded by what he said. The horrible memories of that fateful night came crashing back to me. Why, oh why, was he bringing it up? If he was attempting to weaken me emotionally, he was succeeding. But how in the world did he find out about her death? Micah wasn’t part of the team that captured the intruders.
My heart thudded in my chest as I tried hard not to hyperventilate. Beads of perspiration rolled down my face. Despite my mental unrest, I held Ben close to my heart, grateful that he was fast asleep and completely silent.
I gulped heavily, pondering over it. Perhaps Carter and the others talked about Darla after they returned. But woul
