Chapter 14

Clara's POV

I turned to face Derek's lifeless corpse on the ground. My heart pounded, feeling like it might burst from my chest.

Waylen muttered, "I didn't mean to," as the awareness of what he had done suddenly dawned on him.

I was frozen in place, unsure of how to react.

"You killed him," I said in a whisper.

Now pacing the room, Waylen raked his hands through his hair.

I got down on my knees to make sure Derek was still breathing.

It took some time, but eventually, I could feel his breath on my cheek. I picked him up and laid his head on my lap to feel his pulse. Everything seemed typical.

I let out a breath of relief, glad that he was still with us.

But he required assistance because I was still not a medical doctor.

I said, "You have to call for an ambulance."

Waylen paused and gazed at the phone resting on the counter.

I yelled, "Now," startling Waylen out of his reverie.

In a panic, he snatched the phone from the counter.

He said, "We can't call the ambulance."

I gave Wayle