Chapter 50

And when neither of us dares to speak, I did not make bold of knowing how many minutes have passed; I just studied her—stared at her.

Her eyes are wholly focused on the ground, tears quietly cascading from their origin. She’s sad and acknowledging her mistakes, I can see it. Feel it deep in my bones.

Yet, I still did not know why she betrayed us. She did not answer me earlier. Yet.

“Why did you do it?” I now took the courage to break the silence and ask her that vital question. But the shaking of my voice did not hide the fact that I was debating asking it.

“My brother was eaten by Hearteaters weeks ago, the remaining relative I knew, on a sunny beach in your hometown…”

Wait. Did it happen the same day they killed the Rutherfords and the very day I crossed paths with those hideous creatures?

Holy fuck.

“I don’t see why it’s a good reason to do a bad thing,” I uttered with untamed disappointment.