🍁🍁🍁🍁Sadness isn't fun, but it is comfortable. 🍁Happiness is fleeting and unstable🍁🍁🍁🍁DAVID'S POVCrystal has been in a coma for days now. I don’t know how long it’ll take for her to wake up, but every second feels like a year. Watching her lie there, unmoving, with machines doing what her body can’t, gnaws at my sanity. Every beep of the monitor gives me hope and despair in equal measure. I pray every day—scratch that—I beg for her to wake up. But right now, there’s something more pressing. Justice. Justice for Crystal.And that justice starts with Mr. Peter. That’s why I’m here, hauling Mr. Peter's unconscious body into the back of my SUV.The drive to Asher's kill house is silent, tense. Mr. Peter is inert at the back seat, his hands and feet bound tightly with duct tape. I’ve gagged him too—can’t have him yelling and attracting attention. The man’s stocky frame made it hard to carry him, but I managed, dragging him into the decrepit building that Asher
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