Chapter 137

"No, please, take him with us. We can't leave him!" I screech, but all Liam does is shake his head and so does my dad. "No time. We have to go, Ronnie. I'm sorry." And then once again, I'm being pulled away from my dad. Towards the van. Towards Stella. Towards, perhaps, my future. But in result, I'm being pulled away from Adam and dad. Hopeless looking Adam who stands next to my father's body. "Ida Walsh!" He shouts, "Wisconsin. Good luck." My brows furrow at his words but I vaguely note what he's said. Ida Walsh. Wisconsin. And then I look back towards my dad, staring at his unmoving body. And then the panic is back and I'm suddenly wailing and screeching and clawing away at Liam. To somehow get back to dad. To somehow save him like I planned to from the start. "No!" I scream, "No! Dad!" My screams are inhuman and blood curling and the tears are pounding down my face twice as hard. My eyesight becomes blurry