Chapter Ninety-Five

Rayne

Vomit fills my mouth, bitter and foul, and I step back out into the hall and get on my hands and knees.

I heave until there is nothing left inside of me. I heave until it’s too blurry for me to see and tears and running down my face. My eyes feel hot and heavy as tears pour down my face endlessly. I then curl on my side right beside my puddle of vomit and stay in that position until I can find the strength to stand and move.

Bits and pieces of everything I heard are flooding my mind. First the old lady and then that man. She talked about incest. She looked at me like I was crazy when I mentioned Alaska and Albert. She didn’t even know who they were.

By the Moon.

She was talking about…about…

I can’t make myself think of this. It’s too much for me to bear. I’ll get sick again if I give what I saw in that room a second thought. ‘Betrayed’ isn’t even a strong enough word for what I feel. There has to be something bigger and more earth shattering than that. What’s the word for be