The Death Of The Jasmine

THIS CHAPTER MIGHT BE A LITTLE EMOTIONAL

TWO YEARS AGO

Sensing the cold breeze ran over her wet and swollen lips, Sara opened her eyes, seeing nothing but the thick trees, the bushes, the moss, and the fog, but there was no sign of anything else, no sign of him.

She didn’t know why she couldn’t move for what seemed like hours, but it felt as if her feet were rooted to the ground, her mind running