CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
Tatiana trudged towards her brother’s bedside.
“Elliot,” she meekly called. The boy didn’t respond. A sob escaped from her lips as she sat down in the chair beside his bed. She held his hand tightly as anxiety washed over her.
She remembered how her childhood friend, Simon, lay lifeless inside the coffin in front of her. That fear started to eat her up again and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking of bad things that could possibly happen to her little brother. He was the only family in this world that she truly loved and cared for.
“You only turned fourteen, Elliot,” she whispered and closed her eyes, “don’t be like this.”
The room was a mess and piles of books and papers were placed on his desk and even on the floor. Sketches and notes that Tatiana couldn
