Thirty-Six: Her Death Sentence.

ELIANA.

I sat on the living room chair, still reeling in the aftermath of everything that had just happened before me. It was hard to not get shaken up, and even harder to watch Denver wrap Cary’s pale lifeless body up into a bag. He dragged it up the basement and across the room until he got outside.

A tear dropped down my cheek when my Nana inched closer to me.

“I didn’t want her to die” There was a crack in my voice and a nod which she gave back to me. “I know” Nana whispered.

“She didn’t have to. Her only offense was being compelled.”

“She was trying to kill you” My Grandma seared through her lips. Denver had said exactly those words to me. He even had to scream it into my ears repeatedly for it to register in my brain. That, and the whole curse thing was just a lot to unpack.

“It was either you or her…” Denver had fastened his grip around my wrist. I remember how I quivered earlier, letting my eyes on Cary’s body across the cold basement floor with a stick that went into her bac