CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Anxiety, anticipation, sadness, anger, feelings of guilt all at the same time engulfed her with every step interchangeably.
“Help. Help”
She heard a faint voice of a woman coming from the kitchen
“Javelina,” she shouted, kneeling. The woman lay there badly stabbed and bleeding to death. She picked her up and looked at her face.
She instantly sighed a breath of relief.
“Are you related to Javelina?”
She tried to answer but coughed up blood splashing her clothes.
“Hang in there. I will call for help,” she said.
“Help! I need help as soon as possible. A woman had been injured. Hurry please!”
“What is her name?” Asked the operator.
A brief silence.
“Javelina!”
“What is the address?”
Carolina gave the address and instantaneously the woman pulled her arm and di
