50 Blood and Truth
Thom screams and claws himself out of the dark. He can’t help thinking this is a familiar feeling since the moment he answered the phone and had been told about Daniel’s death. The ink on the note only dragged him further into the darkness, the unknown, the unrelenting pull into a set of jaws that keep chewing him apart inch by inch.
He realises Sarah’s arms are around him. He smells the dampness of the room before his eyes slowly adjust to the light. As he rolls onto his side, he notices a few dead insects on the floor under the window and a layer of dust coating the floor. His body is aching as though he has been running for miles. Part of him thinks that this is apt, as he has been running from his old life and the truth for far too long.
“I know”, Thom grunts as
