The words felt like a lead between them, taking air out of Ana's lungs.
Suddenly, she did not want to struggle anymore. The flashes of the past started to fill her eyes. She was sitting on the muddy ground and crying her heart out, screaming she had not killed the child but no one believed her.
But more than that, Rowan was dead again.
"I have not killed the child. He is not dead." She whispered more to herself than Carol but Carol scoffed as if she had heard a joke.
"You have stabbed him with a dagger. Have you not?" The challenging words and the temper of voice did not reach Ana's eyes. She kept repeating the same line a few more times before running back into the room.
She pushed the door with force only to find Garrison cleaning the wound. She ran to him.
