A MIXED CHAPTER. PLEASE DON’T OPEN
"What have we done, John? What have we done?" Celeste’s sobs echoed through the dimly lit room as she gazed at her daughter, her heart heavy with dread and regret.
The realization of the peril they had unwittingly invited into their lives gnawed at her, threatening to consume her with fear.
John, attempting to steady their fraying nerves, exhaled deeply, his voice a steadying presence amidst the turmoil. “Now is not the time for tears, Celeste,” he urged, his words laden with a sense of urgency.
But Celeste found herself unable to quell the rising tide of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her. “But what if, John? What if they unleash Gor…?”
“They won’t,” John interjected firmly, seeking to dispel her burgeoning panic. “He kills everything he touc
