Chapter twenty-three
Vivienne Hart POV
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I hear loud screams. I also heard the heavy breathing, the scent of blood that made me sick to my stomach. It still breathed through me even though I was far.
They were looking around the house for me. I could see them get angry after not finding me, and I thought they would see me now…
Maybe now as each second went by.
But I kept myself hidden from their gaze. They tried to get grandmother to speak, but she was so consumed with her tears that I had never seen her so weak.
Suddenly, I remembered how my mother was no more, for most of the years I believed she would come back one day.
But the truth was harsh, I believed angels could come easily and go.
And now seeing grandpa and grandma laying there, their bodies starting to slowly stop
