Jack

The cold stone beneath me felt more like a coffin than a cell. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and no matter how many times I racked my brain, the memories refused to surface.

There was nothing but a void where the night should have been - a black hole swallowing my mind, mocking me with its emptiness.

I couldn’t have done it. I wouldn’t. Sarah was kind, cheerful, always looking out for Nina, even though we don’t talk. The sight of her broken body haunted me, ...