Amanda staggered, her breath caught in her throat. It felt as if a jagged chain tightened around her, and as she struggled to breathe; the grasp became stronger. Amanda trampled toward the cause of her breathlessness and crouched down to hoist the fresh, cream-colored parchment, it had been inked with a threatening missive: I know what you did last summer and so will he.…
You're a monster, a beast." Avery croaks. She wants to yell, make him hurt as soundly as he had hurt her but the fight in her dwindles. Fear sparks up instead, it flows through her blood and reaches its target, her mind scatters, scrambling into memories. She sees herself in her famished household and she finds peace in it. She wants to go back; she craves Anna's warm embrace, seeks to walk through the empty hallways of her abandoned house. Avery longs for familiarity.…