Evangeline’s POV:
A gunshot rings out, shattering through the chaos like a crack of thunder. I flinch.
The sound feels like it explodes directly inside my skull. The curtain covering the stage drops suddenly, fluttering to the ground like a shroud, and hiding the strung-up silhouette of the thirteen-year-old girl from view.
My heart thunders against my ribcage, blood rushing in my ears. I don’t even get a second to process what just happened when another voice tears through the air, raw and furious.
"WHERE THE f**k IS MY WIFE?!"
The scream slices through the deafening chaos like a blade. My breath catches. My body freezes. The panic gripping my chest is suddenly replaced with something else entirely—hope. The loud clatter of shoes and screams of people scrambling through the aisles f
