I was running.
Down a hallway that stretched on forever, its walls were pulsing with red lights. The sound of footsteps echoed behind me….louder, faster. I turned to see who it was.
Nomi.
She was dressed in a white hospital gown dragged along the floor, soaked in blood. Her throat bled silently as she reached out for me, eyes pleading.
"They took my baby away from me?"
"Yes, I'm so sorry" I choked, stumbling backward.
Behind her, another figure stepped out from the shadows.
Reynolds Aston. My father. Wearing his flawless suit and his flawless smirk.
He lit a cigar over her corpse.
Then looked at me and whispered, "Now do you see? You were never meant to be a father."
I gasped awake, sweat slicking my skin like a second layer. My chest heaved as I blinked into the unfamiliar dark.
It took me a second to realize where I was.
The trial dorm.
Zaara lay curled beside me, asleep, her lips slightly parted and her brow still faintly creased….
I looked at her.
