Micah
I couldn’t move. My body was sore and heavy. I could feel the ache of every wound that had been inflicted on my body. I wanted nothing more than to fade back to unconsciousness. Every nerve ending in my body begged to go back down under.
But something was nagging at the back of my mind.
I groaned, desperately wanting to ignore it, knowing it was only going to send me over the edge. Whatever it was, it was bad.
But it was important, really important. Ignoring it was out of the question, no matter how much my body and mind protested.
Goodbye, Micah.
Her voice rang in my head, echoing loudly, and my eyes shot open.
Kassie.
My father had been there. He had attacked us before overtaking us with his damn nightmares, I reminded myself.
On replay, he showed me what he had planned to
