âYou donât need to thank me all the time,â said Brian. He then looked at Valda Theller and asked, âAre you doing anything later?â
She shook her head. âNo, I have nothing planned for today.â
âAccompany me somewhere later,â he said.
âWhere are we going?â she asked.
âYouâll see,â he said and checked the time. âWe can have our lunch there if we go now.â
The two got back in the car, and Brian drove toward the north of tMason Swansonty.
Only after driving for more than half an hour did Valda Thellerâs expression change. This road⦠She remembered it to be the way to the canyon.
She got into an accident on this road. This road had appeared hundreds of times in her dreams!
âWhere⦠Where are you taking me?â murmured Valda Theller as she paled.
âThe canyon,â he said.
She grew paler at the sound of those words. âNo, I donât want to go there!â
That place was a sin to her. The accident would never have happened if she had not insisted on going there and making a fuss.
âThatâs where your problem is. In that case, why donât we solve it?â Brian said. Speaking of which, he had never been someone who would meddle in other peopleâs business.
However, his heart broke when he saw her trying hard to smile while crying.
He could see that she had not gotten over the incident and was still haunted by it. He wanted to help her dispel it.
âThe canyon is nothing to be afraid of. It was a journey that your parents wanted to accompany you on.
Since the journey stopped before you reached the destination, itâs better to complete it now,â
said Brian.
âComplete the journey?
âCan I complete it?â
As the car approached the accident site, Valda Thellerâs pupils widened as she felt her blood freezing.
Her face was pale, and her eyes filled with fear as her drooping hands clutched at the hem of her dress.
The violent crash, her fatherâs scream, and her motherâs shriek kept ringing in her ears. Blood seemed to spread before her eyes.
âWhose blood is it? Is it Dadâs blood or Momâs blood?â
All she could see was blood⦠Her body began to tremble, and even though she tried to stop it, she could not.
âDonât⦠Donât go any farther. No! No!â
Her consciousness seemed to be screaming desperately. When the car finally arrived at the accident scene, she could not help shrieking. Then, there was the screech of the emergency brake.
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