George Santayana said; Only the dead have seen the end of war.
In one blinding rush, it all came back to me. I’m in Brooklyn. My ears rang from the sound of the shot. I’m here for the children. I opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings.
A body dropped with a thud. I stood dumbfounded, learning to breathe all over again. The world had suddenly slowed down, my heart was pounding.
“Alex.” A voice was screaming my name, it sounded so far away. “You need to move.”
I turned away, my vision blurry. I couldn’t focus, I could smell something metallic close by. Blood.
“Alexandra, snap out of it.”
The strong familiar voice dug into my sorry state and pulled me back to reality. I turned around to see the dead man on the floor, the man that had his hands on me just minutes before.
I sighed, r
