To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 257

There was definitely something wrong with them.

Elara had to die.

Lina clenched her fingers in silence, forcing herself to tamp down the storm of emotions inside.

…

Inside the psychologist’s office.

Elara lay back on the reclined chair, breathing deeply.

Dr. Morgan offered a gentle smile. “Miss Jules, you’ve signed all the necessary consent forms, but I still need to remind you—hypnotherapy will delve deeply into your subconscious. The process can have serious side effects. Are you sure you want to continue?”

Elara nodded.

“All right, then just relax with me…”

She slowly closed her eyes. Within moments, beads of sweat broke out along her hairline.

Her hands gripped the armrests tightly, her body trembling as her breathing grew rapid and strained.

In the darkness of her mind, violent jolts and the piercing sound of a woman’s scream raked against her nerves.

Disjointed images kept flashing before her eyes—a sudden, blinding red glare surged up, followed by a splitting headache and a crushing sense of suffocation.

“No…”

Elara’s eyes flew open. A wave of dizziness and nausea crashed over her, and she slid off the chair, collapsing to her knees as she vomited violently.

Only when her retching finally subsided did Dr. Morgan help her back up to the chair.

He called for Summer, who had been waiting outside.

When Summer saw how pale and drained Elara looked, her heart ached. She rushed over, pressing a bottle of water into Elara’s hands.

“When you lost consciousness just now, what’s the last thing you heard, saw, or felt?” Dr. Morgan asked.

Elara dared not think back. Even the attempt made her skull feel as if it might explode. She shook her head, hard.

They had barely cleared the first intersection when a brown sedan suddenly swerved in from the side, cutting them off. Summer’s hands flew to the wheel, wrenching the car into another lane.

Elara’s eyes snapped open. She focused on the brown sedan.

“Can you lose him?” she asked quietly.

Summer’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “Traffic’s heavy. It’s not going to be easy.”

Elara cursed herself for not being more careful. Because she had a therapy session today, she’d taken Summer’s car instead of her own.

“Whatever happens—don’t leave the city,” Elara said, grabbing the handle above the window, her face draining of color as fresh sweat broke out. She pulled out her phone to call the police.

But the brown sedan stayed with them, shadowing every turn, repeatedly squeezing them into tighter lanes. Finally, Summer’s car was forced onto the highway overpass.

“I can’t…,” Summer’s voice shook as she gripped the wheel. “If we keep going, we’ll end up on the airport expressway.”

No sooner had she spoken than the brown car behind them suddenly accelerated, ramming into them from behind.