The second our eyes locked, a horrifying thought surged to the front of my mind, almost too awful to put into words.
I tried to move my lips to speak. But it felt like someone had a vice grip around my throat. I couldn't squeeze out a single sound.
Donald took another step closer, looming over me, his eyes sharp with open suspicion. "Eliana, I'm talking to you."
That snapped me out of my daze. I fumbled through a half-baked explanation that my family's old home was also in this area.
The woman's face lit up immediately, and she grabbed my hand excitedly. "So you're Donald's girlfriend! Look at you, your clothes are soaked all the way through. If you don't mind wearing my stuff, I'll get you a change of clothes, and whip up a bowl of ginger tea for you to warm up."
I nodded numbly in a
