The station went dark.
For one second, nobody moved.
Then I heard a gunshot.
I screamed.
Damiano grabbed me and pulled me behind one of the old concrete pillars.
“Stay down.”
“Where’s the woman?”
“I don’t know.”
Another shot echoed through the station.
Then footsteps.
Fast footsteps.
Someone was running.
Damiano looked around the pillar.
“Stay here.”
“No.”
“Elena.”
“I’m not staying alone.”
He looked at me for a moment before nodding.
“Fine. Stay close.”
We moved through the darkness together.
The emergency lights suddenly flickered on.
The woman was gone.
So was the photograph.
My heart dropped.
“She took it.”
Damiano shook his head.
“No.”
He pointed toward the ground.
The photograph was lying there.
I quickly picked it up.
The picture of my father and Rafael
