Chapter Forty
The night Love was shot, was the night that the revolution truly begin. I was wrenched out of the room by Mary, who I had snuck away from earlier. “Gable!” I shouted. “Gable, he’s been shot. He’s bleeding.”
“I’ve already sent someone else for him,” Mary told me, “come on now. We’ve got to leave. We’ve got to go.”
The world around me faded. Everything was a blur. The only thing that I could focus on was Gable’s blood on my hands. Moments before, I’d been waltzing with him. Moments before, he had kissed me.
He was going to make love to me.
Now, now……
I vaguely remembered being shoved through tunnels. Forced to keep on walking by Mary, who kept pulling me along, shouting orders in my ear. Out in the cold night air, there was a helicopter waiting for us.
I was pushed
