chapter 74

LYNEXIA

In the wake of six deaths, what I think is a glimmer of hope has darkened into an unimaginable horror yet to come.

My head throbs, my knuckles white against the steering wheel as I race down the familiar bend of old Rivers Road.

The death has been in a week. To make matters worse, I saw a vision of every single death and despite my certainty that I could change their fate, each attempt to save them slipped out of my hands like water.

The burden of seeing their deaths and not being able to save them compounded by the crushing weight of my failure makes me lose a fragment of my sanity with each passing day.

I am bridled by the burden of guilt and uselessness. No matter how much Dimitri reminds me that not being about to save them isn't my fault, I'm consumed by the suffocating sense of my own inadequacy, haunted by the fact that I should have done more.

I thought if I could get a foresight about the killings, I would be able to save them. But now that I do see how