Chapter 138 Overcompensating

• When Andrés shot me, I believed I had a grasp on what pain meant. I thought I had ventured into the realm of the dead, a place where my mind would forever bear the scars of what transpired.
• This time, however, I couldn't muster the strength to so much as twitch my fingers. My entire being throbbed with pain. I could feel the slow descent of my tears tracing a path down the contours of my face. The line between life and death had blurred, and it was becoming a disconcerting routine.
• I never aspired to become anything like Paul. My sole aim was survival. Yet, it seemed even that wasn't a guarantee anymore. I loved Gregory; truly I did, but the perpetual gamble with my life was becoming unbearable.