Thalia
"We're not even close to done."
I couldn't get those words out of my head, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe.
The room was quiet except for the low hum coming from the screen.
I tried to steady my breathing.
It didn't help.
I knew what was coming before the next recording even started. Another piece of the past I didn’t want to see.
When the image finally appeared, my stomach turned.
At first, I thought it might be different. There were no bodies in the street, no blood on the ground, and for a moment I almost let myself believe it was.
Then that feeling disappeared.
A crowded street filled the screen. Thin, worn faces stared ahead with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. Guards stood around them with weapons at their sides, making it clear that nobody was free to leave.
