Gwynn reached out and felt above the couch. At last, her fingers touched a hard object. It was a painting hung on the wall. Then, she yanked at it with an uncharacteristic strength and pulled it off the wall.

It fell squarely on Noah’s forehead at a frightening speed.

He stopped what he was doing as crimson blood rolled down his cheeks, giving rise to a horrifying sight. She curled up and looked at him helplessly and fearfully.

Her clothes were unkempt. Her jumper was lifted well below her