The first thing I realized was that this wasn’t the packhouse. Then when my memories started coming back to me. The accusations, the fire….i was supposed to be dead.My heart raced wildly. I glanced around and pulled my brows together. This place doesn’t look anything like how the afterlife was described. It couldn’t be the afterlife. Maybe I wasn’t dead afterall.I tried to move my body upwards, but I was in so much pain that I ended up with my back on the bed, waiting for whatever or whoever was going to come.I saw the doorknob being turned and forced myself to sit. My heart raced as the door opened. A man who looked to be in his early or late sixties walked in. I shook my head, my eyes brimming with tears. ‘Please don’t hurt me.’ I wished he could hear me. I wished I could speak out.“Thank the gods!” he exclaimed and then when his eyes met mine, he smiled, his eyes gleamed as he did so. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice was rough but for some reasons, I felt calm. “You’re s
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