Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"We need to go now, dear," Dorothy said again, while her voice was soft but resolute, like a gentle nudge pushing me toward a cliff I was too afraid to approach.
I shook my head, feeling a knot tighten in my chest. "I-I don't think I can face him yet," I whispered, while my voice could be felt shaky. The earlier events replayed in my mind like a never-ending loop of chaos and pain. How could he commit such a monstrosity?
Dorothy sighed heavily, her eyes filled with sympathy that only made the weight on my chest feel heavier. "I know, but I hate to say it, you do not have a choice, Cherilyn." Her voice was laced with a softness that made me want to cling to her, to hide from the reality that awaited me.
I bit my lip, my thoughts spiraling into an abyss
