#Chapter 201 – A Shred of Hope

Helen’s POV The end of everything felt like being under a collapsing tower of wooden blocks. Even though it brought relief, it wasn’t easy. All the edges and corners and individual pieces pummeled my heart, brain, and body. Julianne looked as if she felt the same. Julianne nodded at me. “I feel sick to my stomach,” she said. “You and me both,” I agreed. Now I gripped Julianne’s hand. “We need to try and look and see if we can find any of the other pixies. Was there anything upstairs where he kept you caged that would have indicated that there were other prisoners up there?” Julianne shook her head. I bit my lips in frustration. “How about before he put you up there? Were you take it anywhere by Martin? Did Martin say anything about anywhere else that they were keeping people?” Julianne sorted through her thoughts; I could tell. Her face was screwed up in concentration, and if her head felt anything like mine, it wasn’t an easy task trying to find the memories becaus