Elara’s POV
It was happening again. It always ends like this. No matter where I ran, my past would always catch up and drag me back into the mud. I was stuck. Forever. Trapped in that leaking wooden shack, in front of that dirty camera, trapped in the body of that little girl kneeling on the floor.
Maybe I was just born to suffer. The happiness I felt over the last day was probably just a sick joke played by fate—just to make the pain hurt even more.
I used up the last of my strength and closed my eyes in despair. I just waited for Andrew to force himself on me.
BANG—!!!
The pain never came. Instead, there was a deafening noise, and the heavy oak door came flying in.
It smashed open with a massive force, sending wood chips flying like rain. A familiar shadow rushed in. He brought a v
