Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
This was my perfect chance to escape. I would not get another opportunity like this, and yet my body trembled at the thought of what I was about to do. Forgive me, God, but I need to escape.
I took a hesitant step back, my feet dragging as I fought against the urge to flee. Each and every fiber of my being screamed for self preservation, while my mind was a whirlwind of frantic thoughts.
I can't save him. I'm too weak. What can I do? I tried to convince myself that escaping was the best decision, but the sight of the Don's struggling face filled me with guilt. He was about to die.
No, I can not do this! I mentally shouted to myself.
With tears now flowing down my cheeks, I turned my back on him, while my heart was heavy with sorrow. I need to do this
