Liam looked at Ashley’s retreating back and fisted his hands. Yesterday’s attack was still fresh in his mind, and he could feel every cell in his body bursting with hatred and vengeance. Even though the medicine had dulled his symptoms and made him sleep, it failed to suppress the vivid dream haunting him. It was the same dream every time.
Cynthia took him in her embrace lovingly, but instead of feeling warm and fuzzy, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Something warm trickled down his chest. His breathing became laboured and painful. He would die if he did not breathe, but every breath was so painful that it was killing him. Cynthia pulled away from him and stood at a distance, watching him. He clutched his chest to stop the pain, and his hands came in contact with something wet. He look
