The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 228

Suspended 2,600 feet deep beneath the frozen lake, Sloane hesitated, torn on whether to push forward.

Right at that moment, a violent, catastrophic spike of agony erupted in the depths of her brain!

It wasn't a slow, creeping ache. It exploded instantly, drilling savagely into her temples as if someone were hacking at her skull with an ice pick.

She bit down on the regulator—bit down so hard her gums ached.

The medication Garrison had given her was only supposed to last two weeks. Two weeks, and today was already the 13th day! She had no idea if her body would even let her dive tomorrow, no idea if the tumors would suddenly metastasize, no idea if there would ever be a "next time."

Maybe this was her very last dive.

Maybe that monolith in the distance was her final sliver of hope...

"I'm sorry. I can't go back yet. I need to see what's ahead." Sloane's tone was dead calm as she delivered the earth-shattering statement.

"What did you say?! Absolutely not! I am ordering you to return right now, do you hear me?!" Professor Harrison's voice cracked, carrying a ferocious severity he had never shown before.

"Sloane, you cannot go any further! Come back—" Josh's voice was shaking violently.

"Get back up here right this second!"

Just then, Sloane felt a violent jerk at her waist, throwing her off balance and nearly sending her spiraling.

"Garrison, what the hell are you doing?!" She didn't even need to think; she knew this was Garrison's handiwork.

"Sloane, have you forgotten what the hell is inside your head?!" Garrison had long stopped caring if anyone else discovered Sloane's secret. "Do you realize what the pressure at 2,600 feet means?! That bomb could go off at any second!"

"I know."

Sloane's voice remained unflinchingly calm, and though she was panting heavily, her resolve was absolute: "Which is exactly why I have to go. This is my last chance."

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