TPO, 2020
“Leo, does he have the files?” SJ said. She was sitting, her body leaning over the wall. Patrice stood, hands on his waist. Everything they had been fighting for 38 years was about to fade away.
Leo looked on his screen circumspectly.
“SJ, it’s over now.” He heard Patrice saying.
He saw SJ scratching her hair.
“We can’t run eternally.” Patrice said.
“We’ve done nothing wrong, Patrice. We don’t deserve this.” SJ said.
“Always the innocent are the first victims. So it has been for ages past, so it is now.”
“We have to fight, Patrice.”
“He has the files now. It’s over SJ.”
“Guys…” Leo said. He zoomed in the footage from the locker room.
“We can find another way.” SJ said.
“We’re too old for that. We can’t hide anymore.”
“Guys…” Leo shouted.
He saw SJ and Patrice turni
