Chapter 68 Stop Confusing Me

• She heard Naya in her head, but she couldn't move; she couldn't do anything with her eyes fixed on her father.
• Elora has imagined this moment a thousand times—what she would say, how she would act, how she'd yell, what she'd ask him, how she'd scream or break down. But now, standing before the man who had stolen the life of her mother, the man who had stained her childhood love and memories with blood and betrayal, she felt… nothing. And everything. All at once.
• Elora felt a storm brewed in her chest, violent and suffocating, hatred crawled through her veins like fire, scathing every cell in her body. Her heart pounded erratically as if it couldn't decide between shattering or bursting into flames. She could still hear the whimpers of that night, all over again, replaying so clearly and vividly like it happened the day before—the shaking legs of her mother pinned to the floor, the hands of her best friend pinning her legs, and the image of his father when he strangled her. The images were scorched into her mind, unrelenting, never fading no matter how many weeks had passed.