Chapter 8

Syria’s POV

The vehicle eventually stopped. Violet and I were both still shaking from what had occurred. The recollection of those close calls earlier continued to replay in my mind.

I was fortunate, very fortunate, I was able to get out of the way of that speeding vehicle before it struck us.

We didn't talk much as we entered a restaurant close by. Inside, the atmosphere was cozy. We placed an order, sat down at a table near the window, and quietly settled in.

Outside, the street came alive.