Chapter 118:
Olivia's Point of View
The scene before me was sinking into silence; her violent kicks on the mattress began to fade, and her limbs that were scratching my arms lost their strength until they became mere weak and trembling movements.
I felt her body relax beneath me in a terrifying way, as if the soul had begun to withdraw from her pores.
At that moment, something revolted against my sense of victory; I pulled the pillow off her face with a sudden force as if it were an ember that burned my hand.
Julie's head slumped to the other side immediately, and she exploded into a sharp, chest-tearing coughing fit.
She was making choked sounds as she tried to swallow air like a drowning person surfacing at the last moment.
I saw her trembling fingers rise toward her neck; she was digging her nails into her skin and pulling her flesh right and left frantically, as if she were trying to tear open her airway from the outside to force oxygen into her thirsty lungs.
