Chapter 197
Stephanie's point of view
The sight paralyzed my brain. My eyes stared in pure, unadulterated horror at the space separating the old man's antique bed from the cold wooden floor.
Valentina, my sister who had barely seen twenty-two summers, was completely naked, lying directly on top of Grandfather Victor's equally naked, aging body on the floor.
I instinctively took a sharp step back, as if an invisible hand had violently slapped my face, my back hard-crashing against the doorframe. My breath came in panicked, ragged gasps at the sheer, sickening filth of reality.
My voice came out in a choked, breathless whisper, barely escaping my dry throat: "What... what is this?"
