Don Angelo
‘I know she’s here. Carla is here somewhere.’ Can’t imagine her watching everything transpire here. I should silence her, but I don’t have what it takes to put a bullet through her head. The mere thought is impossible to imagine.
Looking around, I finally spot where the suppressed cries are coming from - behind a tall line of flower vases packed atop each other. That’s why we didn’t spot her in time.
“Leave me,” I tell the men, and they all scurry away, including Hakeem.
I can’t believe Carla has been here all along, yet none of us noticed her presence. When did she even get here? How much of our discussions did she hear? That’s not even the issue. She just witnessed us killing a man. How do I allow her to continue living to tell the story? She witnessed all the torture and
