The word filtered through my mind and I gasped for air. Covers tangled around me like a snake snaring its prey, and I fought to dislodge myself. I tumbled to the floor, trembling.
I was no longer in the car.
A flickering to the right caught my eye. The last remnants of sunshine were streaming through a window. The deep shadows were looming again, and panic set in. I raced to the panes and watched as the light drifted down over the horizon.
No! My fist hit the window in protest, rattling the old frame.
I stepped back, and pressed my shaking hands to my face. What was I to do now? I tried not to hyperventilate as I studied my surroundings. This must be the house in Ireland Callon had talked about. The home we all were supposed to find safety in, but there was no safety for Colt.
I clawed at my face as the words ran through me again. Alone…alone…alone… I was once again alone. There was no sunshine, there was no Colt, no Mom and Dad. It was just me in this prison of misery with no escape.
I’d brought this all upon myself. This was my fault.
I couldn’t stay in the room that was starting to feel like a cage, so I threw open the door. The hall was dark, and a shiver rushed through me. I couldn’t face the shadows. Inhaling a shaky breath, I retreated back into the room. My arms hugged my torso, trying to hold off the inevitable.
I had to stop this.
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