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Chapter Forty Eight

When the door closes behind the detective, I fall back onto my seat, my eyes wide in shock. I can still hear his voice echoing in my head. Wolfsbane….he said. In that particular moment, it felt like I have never dreaded a word more. They are back. It has to be them. It has to be. The same people who attempted to kill me are back again. I push up to my feet, the room suddenly feeling stuffy. Or is it my shirt? I reach up, loosening the neckline of my shirt in the hopes that it'll make me feel better. It doesn't. Focusing on my breathing exercises, I walk around the room, practicing all the old tricks to calm down. Counting numbers, identify objects, thinking of colours. I guess some things never get old because they do work.

When I'm as calm as I can be, I settle back down into my seat and try to talk myself out of this. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm paranoid. Maybe I'm losing my marbles….heck in this moment, I'd rather receive a diagnosis that I'm crazy than have to confirm my suspicion
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