I gasped and breathed rapidly the moment I opened my eyes. I felt like the men were still chasing me, and I quickly searched for the bag that Summer had given me.
When I was about to stand up, I quickly fell to the floor and noticed the wounds and scratches on my thigh and hand. I didn’t know I had a wound. To my horror, my full attention was on the run.
The door opened, and it was Marshall, anxious to come over to me and help me get back to bed. He was wearing his usual attire, and he also had some bruises.
“Where is Summer? Where is the bag he handed me? He entrusted the bag to me and she said that—”
“My cousin is fine, but she needs serious medical treatment. She has a lot of wounds and looks tortured. She is still sleeping until now. Christ will be here, and we will wait for Summer
