Maria's Point of View
I was waiting, but for how long? Time seemed to be running like a jackhammer across my heart. Floyd in that car, though still lying in the entrails of death, was haunting me as I tried to beaver away the weight of decision that clung to my head like an abyss. Any possible outcome was teeming up in my mind, every nightmare, but one thing was sure: I had to move on. Alone.
Fredrick and I stood inside the room with Kairo in between; tension was thick enough to be suffocated.
"I'm leaving," I managed to utter my voice that was shaking but my will was steadfast. 'They prefer me to be alone, and if I do not go, I do not know what they will do to Floyd,"
Kairo pushed forward, taking my arm gently but with the same fire in his eyes as before. "Maria, you can't just walk
