Chapter 19: The Silent Room
Elsie’s POV
The door clicked shut, and the sudden absence of the yard’s glaring floodlights felt like a physical weight dropping off my chest.
Dean didn’t set me down immediately. He carried me across the dimly lit living room of the cabin, past the scarred wooden coffee table and the scattered brass shell casings, straight into the small bedroom at the back. He laid me down on the mattress with a gentleness that didn't match the terrifying, blood-smeared monster he had looked like outside in the dirt.
I sank into the mattress, my body trembling uncontrollably. The angina pain was a white-hot vice gripping my ribs, making my breaths shallow and ragged.
"Collin, get the oxygen tank from the closet. Now," Dean ordered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He
