Chapter 11 The Dilemma
- My body ached, every muscle tense from the sleepless night.
- My mind had replayed the events over and over again—Paxton’s storming out, Dr. Grady’s ominous words, the look in that thin woman’s hollow eyes. It was like a weight that pressed on my chest, squeezing tighter with every passing hour, making it impossible to breathe.
- I hadn’t seen Paxton since he left. My throat was raw from whispering prayers into the empty room, begging for some kind of mercy for the woman who had helped me. But I knew, deep down, that there was no mercy in Paxton.