Anderson's POV.
I laid on the bed, thinking of all the possibilities why Emma and her father weren't at the war earlier today.
“Something is going on… Our plan is falling apart.” I thought aloud as I winced in pain.
“There was no way it would be a coincidence that Emma didn't come for the war, something was wrong somewhere.”
I tilted my head to the other side of the bed, toward the window, and it was already dark, Andrea is yet to be back. Maybe she also abandoned me like Emma did. Now, I'm all alone, struck down with this wound I don't know what to do about.
Just as I thought everything was over for me, the door opened and a gloomy Andrea who stood at the door, seemed like she was contemplating whether to come in or not.
“Why are you standing there?” I could hardly hear my voice.
