EPILOGUE
Jovanna opened her eyes. Her body was throbbing with pain and she couldn’t see from her left eye. She attempted to sit up but the pain was too much. She slumped back down. She lifted her left hand, excruciating pain lancing through the limb. Her skin was splotched black and red. It was slimy looking and appeared to be covered in some kind of salve. She reached over to feel it with her right hand.
“Don’t touch it.”
The voice startled her. She looked the other way and saw an old man standing there. “It’s my arm. I’ll touch it if I want.” The old man smiled and shrugged. “I’m only trying to help.”
He seemed familiar to her for some reason. “Where am I?” Jovanna asked. The old man drew near to her. “You are safe. Do you remember what happened?” She stared at him with her good eye.
