Her gaze lifted to his.
Moving her other hand, she curled it directly at him.
Shane felt something move within him.
Something floating in his body, which kept him grounded.
He watched as the woman turned the knife, the sharp edge pointing towards his head, and she let it go.
He forced himself, doing everything in his power to move away, but whatever she was doing controlled him, forcing his foot on the floor.
He watched as she breathed heavily, sweat dripping down her forehead as if it took everything in her to control him.
He could only stare helplessly and pathetically as the knife closed the distance between them.
His mind travelled back to his beautiful wife—Sophie.
He could only apologize in his head for being so weak, for not loving her enough, and for not doing everything he could to save her.
Shane felt his heart tightened as he thought about her, and he hoped—that he'll meet her again in their next life.
Maybe then they'll finally have their happy ending.
