Beyond the Divorce

“Tvanna...

Ivanna..." As I got to the top of the iron tank, I heard Jared's uneasy voice from the bottom.

I felt dizzy, and my steps faltered.

When I slipped, Atlas caught me and lifted me back up.

I couldn't afford to overthink.

Anxiously, I followed the stairs spiraling down from the top of the iron tank.

My trembling voice echoed, "Ivanna! What happened to her?" T could barely make out the situation below.

A few faint lights swayed at the bottom of the iron tank, and there appeared to be water.

The pungent smell of rust and stagnant water intensified as I descended, chilling me to the bone.

At the base, Jared's men used their phone's flashlights to illuminate the massive tank.

The lights resembled fireflies.

It was like a veil had covered my vision.

In the darkness, I could only see moving figures.

Theard Jared shout, "Knife!" My heart leaped to my throat.

I cursed myself for wearing

anxious, I

were excruciatingly slow, and my legs

immense effort, but I

had jumped into the stagnant water as my

Ivanna out, her body

a knife to cut the ropes

shut, and her body was limp, barely

"_.

calling her name,

"Ivanna, wake up.

As he held the nearly lifeless Ivanna in his arms,

light, unsettling us

her to the hospital!" Atlas, who had

voice echoed within

seemed to snap out of

waded through the filthy water, cradling

concern for her were unquestionable at

had lost all of

made way

stairs quickly turned around and headed back up, fearing the slightest

Lauren's cries, "Ivanna! How is she?" All of us swiftly climbed back up

and descended

in the air as two groups of people squared off on the