Ashlee’s hands fidgeted nervously over the picture of Sybil and Collin. Somehow, when she closed her eyes, she could see it—the entire assassination that took place months ago. The scene was vivid in her mind, as if she had witnessed it herself.
She saw Hagatha killing Sybil. How is this even happening?
“How am I seeing things?” she murmured, startled, pulling her hand away as she looked at her trembling fingers in disbelief. What did I just see?
“This can’t be real, right? It’s just my imagination,” she whispered, trying to calm herself.
“No, it’s not, you stupid ass b***h!” a sharp, shrill voice shouted in her head. Ashlee’s heart leapt into her throat.
“Who the hell are you? Stop messing with me. Please. I can’t take this anymore.” Ashlee collapsed to the ground, clutching her hair
