Chapter 3

I staggered backward, bumping into the wall plastered with photos. The beaming faces staring back at me now seemed to mock me in silence, every smile a reminder of how things had changed.

"Back then, in that car accident, a third of your brain was shattered. You should've died instantly," Dr. Quinn said, tapping the back of his own head. "Adrian tracked down the one who collects the debt of fate.

"He willingly offered up his own life force, taking your fatal destiny onto himself. Over the past two years, he's suffered every injury you once had, broken bones, internal…