As that realization slowly sank in, something inside me shattered, unleashing a fear I never knew existed. The air in my lungs felt insufficient, as if something defensive had just been triggered by hearing this news.
"And he is more dangerous than ever. Just before we moved, I found out Jackson was hit by a black sedan. That is why we had to leave so suddenly. Thankfully, he survived but is now in a wheelchair. There is no doubt your dad has been in that black sedan following us all this time. That took why I insisted on relocating—to protect you and Isabel," she explained.
Here I was, worried about Rex's safety, thinking the car following us was targeting him because of his mom's school. I never imagined my dad, a psychopath, could be on the loose. I clung tightly to the bed, struggling to breathe against the overwhelming fear gripping me. What is happening?
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