ZURICH
Panic was something, I had rarely ever felt. I could count on one hand how many times I felt that emotion. When I lost my mother and didn’t know how to help her. When I realized I’d a daughter and she was in danger, and then the time when I had lost the members in my troupe in a false mission. But now, it coursed through me like poison as I rounded the car, and went to her side.
My heart pounded as I wrenched the passenger door open, and almost forcefully pulled her out of the car. She looked at me like I was mad and maybe she was right, I was, as I was feeling like it. And, also because I was ready to brave the dark forest than risk her getting shot at or worse be taken from my dead, cold body. Because, I fûcking swear I’d be long dead if that ever happened to her, again. I won’
