Ever since the day Abby brutally bludgeoned her father’s killer, she’s had reoccurring nightmares. Not only of her dad and the state she found him in, but of Joel, and how she left him.

It seemed taking her revenge didn’t solve things at all, deep down there was still a void, an emptiness she didn’t understand.

“It’s stupid.. I thought I was over it.” Abby says, sitting up in bed next to you, rubbing her forehead while she let out a groan of uncertainty. “Shouldn’t I feel good about it?”