#Chapter 190: The Guilt

Agnes I stared at the white ceiling tiles, counting them for the dozenth time. Anything to keep my mind off what had happened, although it wasn’t working. The ceiling had exactly forty-eight tiles—I’d counted them repeatedly since waking up in this hospital bed hours ago. Forty-eight tiles, and none of them had any answers for me. I’d nearly killed my family. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Thea’s terrified face illuminated by the flames shooting from my hands. The curtains catching on fire. The blaze spreading across the ceiling, down the walls, until we were trapped in a ring of fire with no way out. It had all happened so fast. One moment, I was startled awake by Thea standing over me; the next, fire was engulfing our home. All I could do was grab Thea and a towel from the bathroom, soaking it in the sink before the heat became too intense to reach the door again. We’d huddled in the corner, the damp towel pulled over our heads as