âTake your shot, stranger. Youâll only get one.â
I felt something wet. Was it blood, or tears?
It was then I finally realized what Mr. Hilvor had said, wondering if in the commotion someone was alerted. Or if Vanessa and Mom had escaped.
His words felt haunting like a declaration, a final message right before a slaughter. The only hint that I wouldnât make it out.
Thinking back, I wondered where...
