Too Human To Be His
The girls noticed immediately and let me rest, promising to come back tomorrow afternoon—Tanya still had school in the morning, after all.
That night, I tossed and turned. My sleep was haunted by nightmares—gunshots, Wayland, pain… over and over in a relentless loop. The final image was the most horrifying: Wayland himself, sneering with disgust and a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, raising a gun and pulling the trigger.
I woke up drenched in sweat, heart pounding. There was no going back to sleep after that.
My thoughts raced in chaos, latching onto anything and everything. Ridiculous worries. Strange memories. Loneliness. It stung to realize there wasn’t even anyone to talk to. Max had bee
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