Ruth was crying all night, and by the time the day arrived, her tears had dried up, replaced by anger. She was very angry at Lester, for locking her in the room and away from Edwin.
She had not moved from her spot in hours. Her dress and hands were still matted with Edwin's dried blood. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that the man she knew as unbeatable had passed out in her arms with blood oozing out of his injuries.
That triggered Ruth's suppressed fears. Her demons barred their teeth, their nails scratching the surfaces of her confidence.
Every person she loved was snatched away from her. Her father left her even before she could see him. Her mother passed away, taking her warmth along with her. Mr Payne was brutally murdered and was snatched away from her when she needed him the most.
And now that she had found the man she loved, he was lying unconscious and bloodied.
Was her fate cursed, or was she herself was a curse for others?
