Eden’s Point of View

Kill me? The statement resounded in my head as I tried to make sense of it.

I remained silent, staring blankly at him, hoping and wishing that I was hallucinating, or that this was a terrible dream, and I would wake up soon.

Seconds passed and I realized that I wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon—this might just be the cruelest reality yet for me.

I sucked in a deep breath, griping the edge of my scrubs, trying to encourage myself to hold ...