Chapter 99 The Harsh Reality

• I unlocked the door to the master suite of the farmhouse with a heavy heart, the weight of the keys felt horrible in my palm. Gritting my teeth to control myself, I pushed the door open and entered.
• The room was deathly quiet. Kristine was huddled in the far corner of the bed, her knees tucked against her chest, eyes wide, tears glistening.
• The sight of her dread and hatred was piercing my heart. I didn’t desire this.