My Precious. Melissa Joane Châtel

My Precious - Melissa Joane Châtel

My brother, who was always the first to get away, kept his calm for once. I heard everyone arguing for a few minutes and the atmosphere seemed tense. My senses told me that something was wrong and prevented us from seeing clear. I could have said that an evil force had seized a few of us. I understood that we were far too close to our goal to drop everything in the water and return to our initial steps, as some had strongly advised. My sister, who had not heard me say a single word while the group was arguing, came closer to me . . .