"Not all who wear an angelic face carry an angelic soul. Some hide darkness so deep, it makes even the purest light tremble. Evil, too, can wear a mask of innocence."
Estelle stood frozen in place, her clothes soaked and clinging to her skin. The room felt suffocating as if the walls were closing in, with everyone holding their breath and whispering while their eyes remained on Carla, who lay limp and motionless on the cold floor. Hunter knelt beside her, desperately performing CPR.
Oh God!
Estelle's breaths came in short, ragged bursts, her heart racing wildly. This can’t be happening. It shouldn’t have come to this extent. She had jumped in to save Carla the moment she remembered Carla couldn’t swim, and that wasn’t even a minute ago. So why wasn’t she waking up? Why?
The whispers ar
