Chapter 819

Clad in a black trench coat, his hat casting shadows over his sinister grin, he looked like a villain straight out of a horror movie.

He approached her, and with several swift thrusts of his knife, she collapsed to the ground.

As she lay there, her eyes wide with terror, she watched him, bloodied knife in hand, advancing towards her child. One step, then another... getting closer and closer.

The fear was overwhelming; the thought of her child coming to harm was unbearable.

She tried to stand, to rush at him, but her legs wouldn't hold her.

She attempted to drag her bloodied form forward, fingernails scraping against the ground, but she couldn't move.

All she could do was watch helplessly as the perpetrator neared her child, feeling a despair so intense it choked her...

Now awake, the memory of the dream still shook her to the core, her body trembling uncontrollably.

held her tightly, trying to comfort

I've actually known about our daughter for a while now, but I wasn't sure if the

and I didn't want

daughter is indeed out there, and I'm 100%

paintings. He loves her and wouldn't harm her. And the messages you received today were just to scare you, with no mention of

surprised that he had

then she slowly calmed down. He was

likely not in

his artworks,

slightly. It

Keith hadn't gone to the police station last night, Tarquin might not have

wasn't positive if Keith was the mysterious man, but

would

Elliot had kept

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