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Yet I’m still alive. She hasn’t killed me.
I…I don’t even understand any of this. Why would she hurt me? I came to help her. Why is she doing this? Where’s Dr. Collins?
“Mm,” I grunt, my eyesight blurry as figures dance before me.
Or maybe it’s just her and I’m seeing double.
Someone cries. Very close by. I don’t understand if it’s me or someone else. But who could it be? No one else was here, and her family was dead. Did she kill them? Did she want to hurt them for not accepting her? Did I become the next target? But why? What do I have to do with her family?
Then something else settles in my mind, something darker and far scarier. But I can’t yet wrap my head around that possibility. The one that includes Cammie asthekiller. The Midnight Murderer herself.
That makes no sense though. Yet…there were two the night I was taken. Two people were hurting me. What if Dr. Collins has been her accomplice? That would make more sense.
Too many questions swim, and I need answers. I won’t rest until I get them. Grumbling, I force myself to open my eyes a fraction, and as I try to sit up, a soft touch lands on my arm.
“I want her gone,” Cammie says, voice muffled, but still clear enough for me to hear everything.
I can see her growing less dim as she paces several feet away from me.
“I want her far away where he won’t find her,” she says to someone. “That would be so much worse than killing her.”
She laughs with a darkness so eerie, the backs of my eyes sting. Who has she become? Where is she sending me, and who is she talking to?
A man chuckles, just as depraved, but I don’t recognize the sound.
“Wake up, Kayla. Please,” a child cries, her hand squeezing me. “Wake up.”
It’s then I turn my head slowly and blink several times, as though my eyes are playing tricks. They have to be. She can’t possibly be sitting right next to me. Must’ve really hit my headhard.
“Kayla…I’m scared. She’s crazy.”
“Sophia?” I choke.
“Yes, it’s me.” She nods.
“Oh, God!”
No, no this can’t be happening! Why would she take Sophia?! Elsie and Michael, do they know yet?
Then it hits me: that’s why Michael never replied to my text. He’s looking for his daughter. Oh, no! They can’t hurt her. I won’t let them!
“Aww, look, the princess is awake.” Cammie grins, and when she kneels, I clearly make out her face. She snatches my hair in her tight grasp. “Open your eyes and look at me!”
She slaps me hard against my cheek, and that has me instantly waking up. My body quivers and I register my hands tied in front of me, Sophia’s tear-stricken gaze and trembling bottom lip jutting out at me.
“You’ll be okay,” I lie to her. “I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“Stop talking to her!” Cammie fists my hair tighter. “She’s not going to be okay, and neither are you!”
Sophia wails, and Cammie grunts.
“Shut up! I’ve heard enough from you!” She points her gun at the poor, innocent child.
“Don’t you point that at her! She’s a baby! If you want her not to cry, put it away!”
She snarls and grinds her teeth, but lowers it. Her chest swells, her face bright red, the blood on her shirt still present, but clearly not hers.
This was a setup, wasn’t it?
