Chapter Twenty-Four
Jessica felt numb, unable to wrap her mind around what had happened. She cradled her aching and bleeding hand, afraid to let her mind even wander too far.
Her mind seemed frozen, afraid to think about why her grandma and friends had not emerged from the cards yet.
She was afraid to consider that somehow, for some reason, the game wasn’t over yet and perhaps there was even worse to come.
It scared her witless to contemplate that, as a game designed by Satan himself, perhaps it wasn’t meant to be fair and she was silly to think that she could ever win in the first place.
As she continued to sit on the couch, she realized how quiet the house had grown—at least where she was. All that she could hear were the cats in the basement, making a ruckus.
Still, she didn’t mov
