Chapter 104

• Several full moons have passed, distress is still whispering in my mind.
• I have finished reading Rowena’s journal as far as I can remember—before the moment my eyes burned upon Tyler seeing a bloody blade in the trash, forcing me to make up excuses believable enough for a pregnant, powerless eighteen-year-old woman like me.
• I never felt sadder than today. It felt like, since I already knew enough from Rowena’s journal, I no longer felt the need to live.