Dead!
I felt horrified. I felt like my insides were being pulled apart.
"How?" I forced the question out of me.
"Moros!" Dad and mom blurted simultaneously.
I looked at them and Bry was very pale.
"I remember why that name is so familiar." Mom muttered. 'It was because of that child, that boy."
"What do you mean, mom?" I cried hysterically.
I have a hard time accepting that I was responsible for a life back then.
"We found a child, a boy inside the campus where you went to school as kids. He was wearing a Scold's bridle."
"What is that?" I asked, not liking the sound of it.
