Chapter 78

• Never in my entire life did I expect to find my parents tied to a steel chair in the center of a desolate white room.
• My heart dropped seeing them in this situation and my hands felt clammy from sweat.
• Kiera Roth, mom, looked nothing like the woman who slapped and dragged me across the dining hall a few hours ago. The proud and snarky air she carried before was gone, her hair was disheveled, face pale as a ghost, her eyes looked blank.