Chapter 38 Cursed Man

• Shattered like a fragile glass doll thrown from a towering height, I slumped into Sarah's car before she revved up the engine. I felt utterly broken, a sensation I never fathomed experiencing. Leaving my parents' house was one thing, but doing it through a window, the way I did today, was beyond any scenario I had envisioned.
• I couldn't comprehend how I mustered the courage for such an act. The only recollection was the relentless pace of my escape; I hadn't paused or glanced back. It felt as if a pack of mad dogs were chasing me, and by the time I settled into Sarah's car, my heart raced like a wild horse within my chest, threatening to burst free.
• "Have some water," Sarah offered, extending a bottle toward me.