K I A R A ' S P. O. V
Silence ensured. Painful meaningless silence.
Aaron drove us down the bustling streets, naturally with a calmness I didn't know how he could maintain. I felt my body serve with each other bend, my mind remembering each dip and curve of the road from my days of visiting Aaron in the hospital.
It felt like so long ago that I believed we were almost free. How stupid of me to even think that? Being free was a loose verb. It was filled with trickery and double meanings to lure you into some false hope of security, on to realise being free of one thing, doesn't mean you're free of being shackled forever.
Mikhail was one chain that needed to broken, but I knew that there would countless others that would want to kill us, harm us, inflict torture and pain. There was ne
