Myles Seven Years Ago
He’s staring at me, walking around me, and trying to decide if he believes me or not. I’m not tied up, but I might as well be. There’s three men with guns all pointed at me. I don’t know why I expected anything less, but I was hoping for a bit more trust. I try to contain myself and not get too worked up. Any wrong move I knew I was a dead man. I had spent a whole year looking for two people nonstop. Now I had found one of them, and I didn’t want to die before I could find the other.
His eyes were narrowed at me, and I sighed.
“My mother’s name is Natasha.” At the sound of her name his eyes widen, and he gets closer to me, inspecting my face. As if trying to see if I actually looked like her.
“Where is she then?” he says in a whisper, yet still loud enough for
