Leona's POV
I realized I was standing hallway, next to my mother as I clutched her hands. I could still hear her singing my favorite lullaby in her calm soothing voice as her hands clutched to her locket she had placed on my neck reminding me that my father gave it to her and she was giving me.
She soon turned her eyes with hope, and it was soon filled with terror, just like I was when I was six years old. We walked slowly as I perceived the scent of roses and smoke. And that’s when I felt it. Blood. Warm and sticky on my palms.
I looked down at my fingers, what have I done? I soon realized my heart was pounding as I looked up to find Marco standing there, holding a smoking gun. His face was hard and distant.
I was too scared to keep screaming my mother’s name as he soon pulled me towa
