In a dimly lit room, Skylar sat squatting down, her face buried in her knees, her whole body trembling with fear as the memory of that terrible shriek echoed in her mind.
“Sky!”
A voice pulled her from the dark thoughts. Skylar looked up to see her assistant, who had come over to sit beside her. Wrapping an arm around Skylar, she spoke softly, “Isn’t this what you wanted? For Jenna to be out of Marcel’s life so he could be yours?”
Skylar’s tear-filled eyes widened, and she shook her head, wiping her face quickly. “What are you talking about?” she snapped, glaring at her assistant. “I never wanted her to die!”
The assistant gave a small shrug, standing up as she looked down at Skylar. “If you feel so guilty, why don’t you go visit Jenna at the hospital?” she suggested before walking out
