Fiona’s POV.
I was in that room with the little girl again. The pounding in my head was back and this time it was beyond unbearable. I clutched the back of my head in pain as I strained my eyes to see the little girl seated on the floor, shrouded in shadows.
This time, the little girl wasn’t alone. There was a little girl seated next to her with the same blonde hair in pigtails, the same round, childlike face, same bright hazel eyes and the same horror on her face as she stuck to her sister as they both stared at whatever had so thoroughly captured their attention.
I tried to step forward to get a better look at what they were staring at, but as usual, my feet were stuck to the ground and I could barely even move my arms.
The headache grew with every minute I spent in this place. I pla
