A few minutes later
Alexander finally sits across from me, though there’s still a good distance between us.
His tan skin looks pale now—he’s feeling the cold.
I’m going to freeze to death if they don’t get us out soon. I can’t feel my fingers, or my toes, or the rest of my body.
I can’t die like this.
I’ve survived fires, fights, and gunshots from every direction! I can’t die locked in a cold room like a rookie. It’s not fair!
I know my father will keep living his life without a second thought.
I’ve always wanted to put a bullet between his eyes to avenge what he did to me—but I never had the guts.
"I can’t believe my last sight might be a chick like you," Alexander says.
I’d almost forgotten he was there! Even now, he finds a way to get under my skin.
I can’t lose hope. Someone
