ANNA
When we arrived at the mansion and he helped me get out of the seat to the ground, I felt so lethargic and my limbs weren’t cooperating. I heard Lanz tell someone to get a doctor as he lifted me up and carried me up to the bedroom in his arms,
“Baby? Baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how she managed to get there but this will never happen again.”
Some of the stuff I thought I had forgotten came back to me in the long ride home. I knew Romano. Those beady eyes, that face with the high cheekbones and the weak jaw that he covered with a beard. He was Romano Guerrero, one of the men on that jeep that had sped down the road, with guns blazing still after they killed my parents. I watched that jeep disappear as blood blinded my eyes, salt and tears made them hurt that I had to close them
