WESLEY
I left the hospital with a heavy heart. Natalia was resting, but I could not stay still. I needed to do something. I needed to find the person who had hurt her. The image of her falling in my arms kept playing in my head. The blood on my hands. The fear in her eyes. It would not leave me alone. I drove straight to the police station and walked inside with determined steps.
The officer at the front desk took my name and led me to a small room. I sat down and told them everything I could remember. I described the man in the dark hood. I told them how he had been following us all evening and how he had pulled something from his pocket right before the shot. My voice stayed steady, but inside I was shaking with anger and worry.
When I finished, I looked the officer in the eyes. “I th
