After entering the room, Beth had locked the door. Her hands shook, and her head hurt as if it was going to burst because of the pain she felt. She didn't know what to think about the woman whom she saw in the village and the memories that were passing one after another in front of her eyes. She felt her breath being caught in her throat, and she wheezed for air before making her way towards the bed.
The memories that her grandparents had hidden and locked away years ago from her were returning as if they were being thrown at her, and she didn't know how to digest it. Her lips trembled in fear. The sight of blood was clear, and it was not just the girl but also her very own sister whose hands were covered in blood.
"Beth?"
