Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
Later that evening, I found myself standing behind the Don as he entered the large, opulent room where the general assembly was being held. The atmosphere was suffocating, filled with tension and admiration from those who were already seated. The Don took his place in the room with ease, his charisma radiating through the space like an aura of power. It did not take long for people to start casting looks his way — some filled with envy, others with awe.
I could barely pay attention. My mind was still stuck in the horror of what had happened earlier. I felt raw, like my skin had been scraped away, leaving nothing but vulnerability. My body moved mechanically as I stood behind him, but inside, I was screaming. I wanted to break everything in sight, to tear
