Chapter 93

Despite the sun being crazy hot, she walked down the steps and headed down the pebbled path. Her feet were bare, but she didn’t really feel the stones underneath her soles.

The front lawn of the beach house was a garden, with roses and orchids and so many other plants and flowers that Elena didn’t know the name for, not all of them, not yet at least.

Her mind was already too cloudy and dark and all she could feel was a sort of dull, numbing pain spreading throughout her body.

She didn’t know for how long she walked, or how far. It was only when she heard the honk of a car, she stopped and turned to glance over her shoulder. She noticed that she had walked way past the gardens, way past the hedges and the manicured bushes.

She looked down and realized she was standing on a cemented road of sorts, stretched from the beach house to far away, leading somewhere she did not know of.

A black Mercedes rolled towards her at a very slow pace. Elena watched as it got closer, and closer, and then