I’m not sure how much time had passed . . . whether it was minutes . . . could be hours. I noticed the paramedics rushing into the house, a man grabbing me by my arm and pulling me away from the body. I felt confused as they picked her dead body off the floor, and placed it on the stretcher. Is that what happened in movies?
To my relief, Samuel’s rigid figure angrily rips through the sea of people, police men quickly following behind him.
“Loa,” he breathes, pulling me into him, and I frown.
“Sir, you cannot go past the yellow tape! We can arrest you!” One of the police officers reprimands Samuel, and he stares at them as if he was going to blow up. I grab his hand and pull him outside, away from the yellow tape.
“What happened?” He finally says his hands tight around mines and I sh
