L I A M
My world didn't just go silent. It shattered into pieces right in front of my eyes.
Because the last thing I expected to see was the love of my life covered in my father’s blood. Her eyes were filled with hatred, her body trembling, her hands gripping the bloody knife.
She had done it. She had killed him.
Emily had killed my father.
An unrealistic scream of agony ripped from my throat.
And she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She left me alone, standing over the lifeless body of the man whose life she just took.
My legs buckled and I dropped to the ground beside him, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Please, no, no, no," I begged, clutching at the air. "You can't leave me, not now."
But my father's eyes remained closed, his chest unmoving, his body lifeless.
"Wake
