ELIANA.
The sirens blared loudly from a distance on this cold autumn morning on the outskirts of Oakland. The wind was in the withered trees and the streets were eery. Why wouldn't it?
News had only just spread that Adam's body had been found.
I mounted the front porch with my arms folded across my chest. I let the breeze sweep through my hair as I swallowed a hard lump down my throat. Shifting my gaze, my eyes fell to my Grandma. She was weeping, utterly broken at the news of Adam's passing.
This was someone who'd stuck with her from the moment she was unlawfully banished from town. He'd sneak out to the cabin with leftover food and was even the first to have the nurses prescribe her some medications. Because let's face it, Nana was old.
She was getting even frailer by the day. But
