Oakley's POV
She was in the restroom, the water was blood red, and all that could be seen of her was her hair. She was ghost white, and I rushed to her side to help her up. Her skin was as cold as ice. Her body was covered in cuts, and she was not breathing heavily. Within my arms, she was limp.
I tapped her chin in terror, "Candance, Candance," and begged her to open her eyes. I then grasped her face while shaking it in an effort to elicit a response.
Chloe raced into the restroom while still crying and yelled out, "Mommy."
As my suffering grew worse, I licked my lips and begged, "Love, please open your eyes and look at me.
She didn't flinch, and there was no response. She was motionless and as frigid as ice.
The moment the pain tore through me once more, I moved her w
