CHAPTER 72
MARA’S POV
My mind drifted in and out of consciousness like I was caught in a torturing loop. It would always start the same–one moment of nothing but darkness, then the next, filled with voices.
I could always hear them as clear as day–Alex and his father's.
“Mara," they'd call out to me, fear and panic etched in their tones. It'd start with them sounding close, then far away. Their voices echoed as they called, like they were screaming my name from the end of a long hallway I couldn't walk down.
I tried my best to answer every time they called–tried to move my lips–but nothing came out. My mouth, my eyes, my entire body felt heavy and would not respond to any of my commands. It was like it didn't belong to me anymore.
A stranger in a home they never owned.
Sometime
