Ana
The next morning I wake up with a lingering feeling of dread I can't place. It's a disconcerting feeling, knowing something is very wrong but not being certain of what. Then I remember Xavier's face and wish I could go back to not remembering.
It's not like facing the men who killed my family was easy either, but I was expecting it. I'd prepared myself to see them in the flesh again, not just staring up at me from mugshots with dead expressions. Seeing the man who held me back while Ryan was beaten to death was extremely jarring. I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't point him out as an accessory to murder without inviting a barrage of
questions about Ryan. I couldn't say anything, but the man's face kept drawing my mind back into the memory of that terrible day.
Instead, I tried t
