Chapter eight: Games of Deceit

Mary's pov.

Twenty-seven minutes had passed since I collapsed under the weight of tragic news and when I woke up, disoriented. The twins and Jane were hovering above me as I lay on the bed. Confused, memories about Johnson's hospital call flooded my mind suddenly causing an overwhelming urge to escape from all this sorrow.

Noah held me tightly as I tried to escape, yelling "He can't be gone!" We both struggled against the cruel reality. Jane's words finally shattered my denial: "I'm sorry for your loss, but he is dead." Despite my attempts to break free from Noah's grip and accuse them of contributing to Johnson's death by withholding immediate help, it was futile. Tears streamed down my face in sadness and frustration.

Noah, Victor, and Jane wore remorseful expressions; unfortunately their regret was not enough to alleviate my grief. Despite their efforts to comfort me, I decided it best that I leave them all behind as a means of finding solace in solitude.

Recognizing the need for p