[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
I couldn’t sleep.
How can I find sleep when, each time I close my eyes, I am haunted by the image of that child's terrified face?
This afternoon, when I took a nap, I dreamed about that child again, but this time, it was Devon being choked to death by the Black Claw guy. I was so terrified that I had no idea what to do. The surroundings suddenly turned pitch black, and chains appeared around my wrists, holding me in place, not letting me run towards my son to save him.
When I woke up, my heart felt as if it was going to explode. Tears streamed down my face as I got up from the bed, my breath fast and shallow. I was so dizzy for minutes until I managed to calm down.
No. I couldn’t let that small, poor child die in the hands of the enemy. Despite Dominic’s pl
