Chapter 93

• VICTORIA
• Dry leaves rustled through the air as the north wind hit them, scattering them in every direction, creating little tornado-like circles. Winter was coming and it seemed like it had it all planned out, to be as hazardous as it could be.
• It must've been the imminent cold, or the empty house or our just recent emotionally draining challenges but I felt a sharp throbbing pain, piercing me in every direction, waiting silently for a surrender which I swore not to give in.