Sara's POV

I locked myself in my room and curled up in bed, letting my heart bleed.

I hadn't hallucinated. It was the very mask.

But why was it in Carlos's possession? Did he know anything about my parent's death?

I couldn't stop myself from crying. The gun, the shots, and the mask —they all uncovered a memory that I had buried within me. And I felt so lonely, scared, and abandoned, just like I had felt that day.

I was six again, alone, terrified, abandoned in the wake of the blood and ...