KIERAN BLACKWOOD
Every fiber of my being wants to shake her out of this mental hell, but I know I need to be careful. I can’t force this. She’s so fragile right now, even though she’d never admit it.
I take another step toward her and kneel beside the couch, inches away.
My hand almost touches her shoulder, but I hesitate.
Scarlett is breathing harder now, her chest rising and falling in desperation.
Tears begin to fall down her face, even though her eyes are still closed.
She’s trapped in some kind of old memory, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, it’s connected to the past I’ve just uncovered.
“Scarlett...”, I whisper, my voice coming out quieter than I intended.
I try to stay calm, but seeing her like this is tearing me apart.
She stirs again, her small body twisting on t
