Loïc“For me, life is simply about survival.”
—Loïc Berkeley
The loud boom comes out of nowhere. My heart leaps into my throat as I dive toward the nearest cover I can find, which happens to be a light pole. Leaning my back against the pole, I slide down until I’m sitting on the grass. My arms wrap around my head that’s burrowed against my knees.
I cower, my body in a tight ball of fear. Adrenaline and a heavy dose of panic course through my veins as my brain tries to make sense of my surroundings. I take in breaths, pulling the air deep into my lungs, willing my body to stop shaking.
And I see it all again…
The grenade.
Cooper’s face, full of determination and regret. But not regret for his actions. No, he would never be sorry for those. He would save his brothers again, if given the
