Chapter 107

The president's prediction was far from the truth. The opposite. With each crawl that Talin made on the cave's floor, she felt that life was laughing at her, mocking her, dishing out a dish she deserved. How long had she ignored those children whose lives she wrecked? How much strength did it take her not to flinch or react whenever the supposed deaths were mentioned? How could she live now, knowing she was just like them? An eye for an eye. She demanded death. The water in the cave was ice...