"Samuel Johnson, you only spared my life by chance. If it had not been for my luck, I would have died at your hands the first time you sold me out," her eyes were bloodshot as she looked at the man lying in the bed, "You've harmed me so many times, even if I beg you, please let me go. Whatever debt I owed the Johnson family, I should have repaid it with my life five years ago. We've settled our accounts long ago, so please, have mercy and spare me."
Samuel Johnson's eyes turned blood red at her words, he gasped violently, and the false calm that had prevailed over the past few days was torn away, revealing the deepest chasm between them.
The things he dared not recall, believe, or acknowledge were the terrible truths she spoke of.
The more he listened, the more he could hardly believe that he could have done such things to her.
What he had always avoided in his subconscious was the past that Amanda Smith could never let go of.