39: A Man Undone

Anyra

I bolt up from my bed, wide-eyed and shaking violently. My mouth is dry, and it grates against itself as I try to swallow. I breathe rapidly, my chest heaving. I can’t get a breath out, and I begin to fill with panic.

“Wh- what’s wrong?” Jenna asks wearily beside me.

My thoughts are spiraling out of control in my head. I remember the man, Marcel, bloodied and crying for the pain to end. I remember feeling Logan’s agony ...