I stand before the mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection as my mind wanders elsewhere.
The car ride back home was silent, the weight of everything that had happened looming in the air like an airborne sickness. The light humming of the air brushing against the SUV as Rick drove us down the empty country road offered a semblance of relief, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, the worst had been left at that hilltop where we parted ways with Guillermo, his men, Levi, and Santiago.
Unfortunately, whoever’s writing my story has a pretty f*****g sick sense of humor, always finding a way to pull the rug out from under me just when I think I’ve found my footing.
As the adrenaline began to fade, the reality of my situation came crashing down on me. Nausea hit me like a tidal wav
