The Lessons We Learn

Prologue

JENNA

My knees buckle under me as the knife slides from my bloody fingers.

The sound it makes as it hits the hardwood floor rings in my head like a siren’s song, pulling me into the darkness.

I can hear the pounding of boots; doors being slammed and voices…

his voice. Focus Jenna, focus on his voice. He’s here, it’s over.

But I can’t move. Breathing even feels like an unimaginable challenge. Falling to the ground, my vision tunnels. The only thing I can focus on are my bloody hands. They can’t be mine. A stillness calms my body as the cool air numbs the pain radiating from my abdomen.

“Jenna!” he yells in a gravelly voice, as if fighting to keep tears at bay. It’s the last thing I hear before everything goes black.