Zara’s POV
My chest feels tight, my breathing laboured as the memories of my childhood flood my mind. I remember the empty look in the older boy’s eyes, as he stared vacantly into space. Tomas was beside me, his hands covering his face as he sobbed, blood on his shirt from where his attacker had broken his skin.
I force myself to keep talking, despite the ache in my body, it's almost as though poison is seeping from inside of me with every word. I know Gerrard is most likely going to be appalled, disgusted, and most of all . . . betrayed when he learns everything about me, but now I’ve started talking, I can’t seem to stop. As the words keep flowing, I'm no longer telling a story, the room around me fades and I'm back to being a little girl, my gaze looking upward as the man of my nightm
