Lincoln swung in my direction and I saw his face go slack the moment his eyes landed on me. “A-Anya?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked several times to confirm if what I was witnessing was true. And then my tears began to water my eyes when I saw blood all over the ground, combining with the lump of snow, piquing my anger and repulsion and etching all together on my face. For a moment, I was unable to breathe after sucking an immense amount of air. I choked in between exhaling that I had to hold my chest.
My vision was spinning as I took a step back to review the sight, shaking my head in an absentminded manner to convince myself that this was just a dream. It has to be a dream. Lincoln... No, he wasn't. He could never. There was no way he was what the police were trying so
