Chapter 565 It Was Their Turn to Die

Dreams weren't her sanctuary from reality. She never knew when she might relive that event in the wilderness in her dreams again. The wound where William shot the arrow at her had indeed healed, leaving only a coin-sized scar. Yet, with every heartbeat, the pain in her chest still throbbed. Each beat was a reminder of that event. Emelie took a deep breath, and her eyes suddenly turned red as she exhaled. "I don't know, Wesley. I don't know how to face it." She didn't know how to face Greta's death, the pain of the arrow wound, the destruction of her family, and William's attempts to take her life. There were too many questions, and she couldn't find a single answer. Why did these things happen? Why did she always have to endure such things? Emelie sat on the floor. The wooden boards were cold and hard, and the chill crept up her limbs. The mirrors around her reflected her trembling body. Even her voice was shaking. "I feel like I should have died that day." Emelie was supposed