The Parrot's Prophecy: A Curse in Feathers
Gabriel sat slumped at my bedside.
I wanted nothing more than to escape this filthy, hypocritical home. So, I slipped out of bed quietly.
But as I passed the study, I heard the parrot—the same cursed bird that had destroyed all three of my children—chattering inside.
Hearing its voice, a surge of hatred flared in my chest. Without thinking, I pushed the study door open, filled with an urge to kill it.
But the moment the door swung open, what I saw made me freeze to the core. It was a scene I would never forget for the rest of my life.