Val’s P.O.V

The lights came back. The harsh fluorescents of the side lamps on the wall shone brightly on my face, and I desperately covered my eyes with my hands. The shadow of the unknown person followed me without tension, her expression tight with residual tension.

And as I opened the passage of my hands and my shut eyes, lo and behold….It was Juliette Monroe.

The lights cast brightly into my eyes and my iris struggled to adapt to the bright light. “Jules…” I exclaimed in shock ...