ANGELA’S POV
The small, cramped bedroom held an eerie silence broken only by the old window rattling against the harsh wind outside.
I sat on the edge of a mattress, staring at the blank wall as if it might somehow offer answers.
“It’s all my fault,” I said quietly. “If I hadn’t run, none of this would have happened to you.”
Silence answered me.
I drew in a shaky breath and looked down at the lump beneath the thick duvet. Messy brunette hair spilled out from the covers that rose and fell with uneven sobs.
“I don’t expect you to forgive me.”
Still nothing.
“Please… say something. Anything.”
“It’s not your fault.” The raspy whisper came from under the blanket. “I don’t blame you. It’s that monster…” Another sob escaped her.
“I can’t even begin to explain how we got here.”
“We need
