James loses strength in his legs and drops to the floor. “Momma…!!!” He cries. And tries to shake Zia, shouting in pain.
I feel his pain.
I know this pain more than anyone else.
And It is all my fault.
It's all my fault they killed her.
I should never have run away. I should have stayed, and she would still be alive.
“Zia, please... I need you, please!?” I cry with pain, too. I can't see my life without Zia.
More gunshots and I see a lot of combat boots coming out of the motorcycles, my uncle's goons back again.
How did they find me? Did he put a tracker on me?
I curse... I signal James to turn back to my uncle's goons, who are setting up their firearms. All corners of the cottage are surrounded. My guns are far from where we are. And I need to protect James.
“Come, let's take co
