Chapter Thirty-Five - Breath your last breath

Jason’s pulse quickened as he sat there. Beads of sweat decorated his face, and his palms were clammy against the texture of the chair. His breath came out in shallow gasps, and the air was heavy with the scent of fear.

As the seconds flickered by, the room seemed to get smaller and smaller.

His thoughts raced. If he died now, he would never meet his real family and know for sure what or who his mother was running from, he thought.

His reverie continued, and he thought of Lana. If he breathed his last breath in this chair, he would never know if Lana was his child; if she was, he'd never know the joy of being a father.

Calculated but hesitant footsteps filled the air, boring through his thoughts and bringing him back to his grim reality. The blood on his face blurred his vision, but he could slightly make out when the person entered the room.

It was a masked figure; the person was big and tall. That was all Jason could make out. He bowed his head, his chest tightening. So this was his