CELINE’s P O V

Sebastian pried open the door with a resounding thud and rushed in.

I stood there in a trance, my hands hanging on my sides. The back of my right palm that was covered with blood dripped onto the floor from my fingertips.

‘‘Brylee!’’ Sasha raced over to comfort Brylee, who had begun openly sobbing, and she pointed out on purpose the clear scars of strangling that were present on her neck.

‘‘Celine!’’ Sebastian dashed towards me as ...