46 OPHELIA CLARK
November 7
“You did this?” Isra walked with me as the crowd outside the bank got bigger and bigger. Everyone was exiting the nearby shops and offices. My adrenaline was pumping, and blood rushed to my cheeks and ears.
“My shadow dreams never showed me who I needed to save or who I needed to stop. I ran out of time, so I figured - if I couldn’t prevent the people I dreamed about from going in, then I would have to prevent everybody from going in. If everybody is outside, no one can get hurt in the bank, right?” I grinned, looking at Isra for approval.
The noise of the chatting crowd got louder around us. All I could make out were bits and pieces of conversations about “bomb” this and “explosive materials” that. I freaking did it! My untraceable, encrypted, anonymous mes
