Chapter Thirteen.

Ruby

"Did you hear that voice?" I asked, my eyes locked on Sarah. Anxiety surged through me, and my heart raced. The mere thought of someone possibly harming my son in revenge for Andrew's death, even though it was my fault, filled me with an overwhelming sense of fear.

My senses heightened as I anxiously scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of danger. I couldn't help but feel that someone, somewhere hidden, might be plotting against us, which struck a chord of terror deep within me.

I knew coming here was a bad idea. It hadn't been up to ten minutes since I set foot in this place, and already I could sense the looming threat of danger.

"Hear what? Are you okay, Ruby?" She smiled oddly, giving me a strange look, and I couldn't blame her, as I was used to getting such looks.

"A- A voice," I stammered, still looking around the crowd like a crazy woman, searching for the source of the voice. I almost collapsed when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, snapping me out of my pan