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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺: 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚄𝚙

Just when she thought that she had cleansed James from her life.

Sarah's chest trembled as her heart began to race. She could feel her whole body shaking, not from surprise, but from a different emotion: anger.

Noticing her agitated state, Adam said, "Please don't fret, I don't hold any ill feelings towards you. You did what had to be done."

"What had to be done? " Sarah shouted, unable to contain the rage boiling within her any longer. The edges of her vision blurred and a red tinge coated the room. This man had let his own son turn into a monster! "What was done wouldn't have had to have been done if you hadn't left him!"

Adam took a step back in surprise and Diane placed a firm hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Sarah," Diane calmly warned her.

Sarah immediately shook Diane's hand off and turned to face her. "You're not any better!" she yelled. She could feel her anger overflowing, a culmination of everything she had been through and everything she had lost. "You said that you could see every outcome. If that's true, then you knew everything! You knew that I didn't actually have cancer and that I wasn't dead. You knew that I was tortured and experimented on in the Lab. You knew that I was trapped in the Upside Down for eight years! And you just let it all happen!"

Diane and Adam shared an ashamed look as Sarah continued to melt down in front of them. Diane's lips parted to say something but Sarah fled the room before the words were able to leave her mouth.

Sarah raced down the hallways, wiping the free-flowing stream of tears from her eyes with the backs of her arms. After she had gotten far enough away from Diane and Adam, she attempted to open a portal, but her racking sobs made it too difficult to focus. She just wanted to get away, to go somewhere else and be completely alone. That's when her eyes settled on a painting of a bubbling waterfall breaking apart in a silver pond.

Sarah clambered onto the bench below the painting so that the upper half of her body was even with the scene. Her hand slowly reached out for the canvas, hesitant to touch the shimmering layer covering it. As her fingers breached the strange substance, a warmth spread through her body that welcomed her in.