Chapter 67

Audrey:

We walked inside the library, and I couldn't help but find myself staring down at the walls, the door, the floor, everything that showed and reminded me of Mrs. Marge's death.

My heart raced against my ribcage, and it took everything in me not to run back, leaving the place. I did not want to look like a coward, but I had to admit at that point I felt like I was one.

Taking sight of my confusion, Arturo stepped back, his eyes meeting mine for a moment.

"I don't know if I can do this, Arturo." I said, looking up at him.

I did not want to feel like a fool, but I knew that I was being one. Hell, this was one phobia that I did not want to deal with. Even my mother's punishments were far more tolerable than this.

This was a pain that did not like to endure, a pain that made me suffer for a nights one that I couldn't sleep because of.