Annabelle's POV

Faking one's death wasn't as easy as I thought.

Nothing prepares you for that. Not even a shit ton of training. Nothing prepares you for the anxiety, the fear, the uncertainty of starting anew. These few days had been shitty for me but deep down I knew I had it better than my dad. At least am still breathing.

Rita came into the room with a knowing look plastered on her face.

"You ready to die?" She asks, coming to sit beside me on the bed. I gave her a heavy sigh before responding.

"Are you ever?" I replied with a grimace. She patted my back lightly,...