Chapter 19

BRYNN

My nightmares were always the exact same. It was the night my mother was brutally killed in front of me. However, it was a little bit different this time even though it had been the exact same for seven long years.

She was wearing a necklace – one that looked like an exact replica of my own. How had I noticed that before? Her eyes held mine, and her hand clasped around the necklace.

‘Pay attention,’ she mouthed. What should I pay attention to though?

She was hauled up by the asshole. I was not seeing this through the lens of a scared child this time. It was through my own eyes and adult understanding.

“You’ll never get what you seek,” my mother told him.

‘I love you,’ she mouthed.

I watched as her hand crushed the crystal in her necklace. The black dust flew towards me, encasing my entire body. It felt as if my body was floating on a cloud one moment but gently landed on the ground outside the packhouse the next.

My lungs gasped for air the moment my eyes popped open. I s