There comes a point in life when a person feels like they're falling plunging endlessly through a tunnel of darkness so deep there is no bottom in sight. Time passes, yet they never hit the ground. They don't die. They don't escape. They just keep descending, trapped between existence and oblivion.
The torment of it is unbearable.
Because you don't know how long it will last.
You don't know when it will end.
And even when you start wishing for death begging for it it never comes.
You just keep falling.
And falling.
And falling.
Henri's words struck Charlotte like a blow, sending a violent tremor through her heart as terror flooded her veins.
She couldn't speak.
Her gaze locked onto the floor, unmoving, as memories surged forward unwanted, vivid.
Gérard.
The night she found him, thrashing in fear, consumed by a nightmare he couldn't escape.
Her chest tightened painfully.
She couldn't breathe.
