Adrik
The first time I ever felt my heart being ripped in two was the night my mother was murdered, the second was the moment I saw my wife get shot.
One moment she was standing beneath the makeshift stage talking to a little boy, the next she was crumpling.
I ran to her,pushing through the stunned crowd ,shoving aside tables and everything else in my way.
I dropped to my knees, cradling her like something sacred, pressing down on the wound with both hands, red spreading across the white silk blouse.
There was blood, too much blood.
I’ve survived warzones, betrayal, torture. But nothing—nothing prepared me for the sight of Serafina bleeding in my arms.
“Sera.” My voice cracked “Sera please look at me. Don’t you dare die on me”
She’s slipping fast, blood coating the side of her l
