The Reason Why

Beatrix's point of view

The sudden voice behind me sent a violent shock through my system. My fingers went numb. The silver-framed photograph tumbled from my hands, slipping through my grasp before I could tighten my hold. It hit the thick, plush carpet with a muffled thud. I spun around, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird.

Octavia stood in the bedroom doorway. Her flight to