Chapter 158 Brady Is Dead

• Sheila POV
• I’m momentarily frozen in place, my mouth wide open and my eyes straining against their sockets. I start running back to the balcony but it feels like running under water. No matter how fast I run, I know I'll never be able to outrun what has already occurred. Brady has already gone over the railing, and there’s no amount of scream or running that will undo this.
• Seconds later, I’m gripping the balcony railing so hard my fingers ache, the sight below me going in and coming out of focus, like a mirage.