I broke in a cold sweat, gripping the leather tightly. I dropped my gaze to the phone on the floorboard. I can't seem to calm down my nerves as I try to have a grip on my senses after what the fuck I just saw.
I closed my eyes, steadying my breathing even though it seemed like a difficult task. When I flickered them open, my nostrils flaring before summoning the courage to take my phone.
The screen came up, and I unlocked it once more.
My bottom lip quivered tremendously, and my pulse raced so fast I thought my veins would burst.
Tears slipped beneath my lashes, and I heaved, studying the image of Jenna strapped to a chair, hands bound behind, covered in blood from head to toe, as if she had been tortured.
The image was so graphic, I had to look away. However, I had to bring my eyes back, clenching my phone tightly so that it wouldn't fall from my grip.
Jenna's eyes were open, but there was no life in them. She's dead.
Oh God. She's dead!
