Boom…
Christopher felt as if his head had blown up. The revelation that Alison had died at the hands of Abigail's sister hit him like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves of anguish and bewilderment through his entire existence.
The image of Alison's bloodied face flashed across his mind, heightening the misery coursing through his heart.
The air seemed to thicken around him as the weight of unanswered questions pressed in. The flickering light cast eerie shadows, intensifying the sense of unease that enveloped him.
His eyes glazed over as he tried to make sense of the tangled web of secrets that had unfolded before him. His hands trembled, longing to reach out and grasp the elusive strands of truth. The deafening roar of his rushing thoughts filled the room's silence.
In his mind, he replayed the car accident that had claimed Alison's life.
Questions multiplied in his mind, each more haunting than the last.