REINER
The day I had so quickly labeled as the best day of my life had now become if not the worst, certainly one of the five worst.
I held Becky, who had now been quietly sobbing for a solid twenty minutes, tighter: I could not blame her. I knew, from the bond, that she had come to the same conclusion I had come to. Now that Garrett and Sheila had found us, they would not hesitate to make a move: inevitably, everything would change.
We could no longer hide and wait for the situation to develop: we were now in active danger, and there was no other solution but to act.
I avoided saying s**t like 'don't worry' or 'it's gonna be alright'. Promises made in times of war were worth less than lies, and lies were something my mate hated.
So, I decided to opt for the only thing that was t
