~ NYSSA
I went through page after page of documents with only a warm light above me for illumination.
A pit formed in my stomach and it grew deeper with each word I read. Each picture, each piece of evidence felt like a nail in a coffin that I did not even know existed.
My palms grew clammy, beads of sweat forming over my forehead as I roamed through evidence of my parent's dealings. It did not seem real, it felt like a bad dream that I was about to wake from but no matter how many times I pinched myself, I did not wake. I remained stuck in the endless nightmare.
Bile crawled up my throat as I got to their death records. The details of their injuries had tears running down my face. I pictured it clearly, ever broken bone, every burn, every cut. I knew what Rowan was capable of, but knowing and seeing it were two completely different things.
I slammed the document shut, unable to take any more.
