C22 Casey's. Anger

CASEY'S POV

I slumped to the floor, exhausted, as my racing heart threatened to burst free. Every beat echoed Asher's name.

My dry, itchy throat begged for water, but my weakened body refused to move. The waterfall's melodic rush taunted me, just out of reach.

"Asher, please be safe for Mummy," I whispered, my voice trembling. "She'll come for you soon, no matter what