CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE : DON’T LOOK DOWN

“Leah,” his voice called out.

And I thought I was dead, or dreaming.

And if I was, I never wanted to leave here, because at least his voice was here with me.

“Open your eyes, Leah.

I’m not dead.

We need to get out of here ,” his voice sounded more urgently this time.

And I snapped my eyes open...

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