Chapter EIGHTY-FIVE

Dane Present day. I opened myself slowly after reliving the nightmare that had destroyed my life. What I had done was unacceptable but I couldn't change the past. I had destroyed lives with my actions. And instead of taking the blame for it, u had shifted it to the first person I could think of, my father. He was the perfect percolate to take the blame for what I had done. I had been stupid. It had been so selfish of me to do what I had done. But that was in the past. What was done, had been done. I stared at Lusia who was still out cold. I felt my stomach churn in guilt. I could remember the look in her eyes as she held the dagger that had been in her father’s chest. She was lost and confused about what she had done. She had thought she saved her father, but in reality, she had only sped up his death. Her brother had blamed her for killing their parents making my job easier than expected. There was nothing more I could do. What was done had been done. The only thing now I could do was