Chapter 4

My eyes went wide, and I could barely breathe.

In a haze, memories flashed back to when Elvis's grandpa died, Elvis pointed a gun at me and pulled the trigger.

That same bone-chilling terror crashed over me, and my tears spilled over before I could stop them.

I begged, "Elvis, please, spare me. I can't die, not now. Yvette's just a little girl. She can't lose her mom!

"She's not your daughter, I swear. Do whatever you want, but just let me live, just don't take Yvette from me!"

He brushed away my tears, frowning as he spoke.

"When did…