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Sara
After breakfast, Peter steps out to catch up on some business with Esguerra and his Russian crew, and I decide to go visit Nora in the main house. For the first time in a week, I don’t feel tense or anxious. My stomach is fully settled, and my heart is beating at a normal pace.
I’m humming under my breath as I walk, enjoying the feel of the warm, humid air on my skin. I feel good, almost like I did before all this happened, before my parents—
My mind shuts down, a wall of numbness sliding into place as a third shot rings out.
I look at my husband, on his back and bleeding, then at the agent in the doorway, his face twisted with hatred as he aims at Peter’s head.
My gaze falls on the gun that Peter dropped while wrestling with the other agent.
It’s three feet away.
I reach f
