MarcoThey pull up at the entrance of an old cemetery, the car coming to a halt as I feel this strange nervousness. Stepping out, I'm met by the guard, whose eyes haven’t pardoned a minute away from from me."Over there, pal. The party's almost over," he sneers, thrusting the jar of my brother's ashes into my hands.My gaze sweeps over the small group ahead. Not one familiar face and I can't help but ask, "Where's my sister?""What, you think we take orders from you now?" the man behind me retorts, delivering a sharp kick to my healing leg. I grit my teeth against the pain, limping forward. I’ve to cage my anger and come up with a plan to take down all these bitches one by one.Among them stands the familiar figure of the pope from the chapel. Two other men in dark coats stands adjacent to him with shaded glasses. I know their presence there is anything but for a good purpose."What's the point of a burial if my only family isn't here?" I question, turning back to the guards who broug

SarahAs I make my way back home, my head feels like it is on a roller-coaster, struggling to maintain focus. Shadows dance and flicker behind me, but I dare not glance back. With hurried steps, I hurry down the sidewalk, my heart pounding in my chest. The apartment building looms just a few blocks away.Reaching my front door, I fumble for my keys, my hands trembling. With a quick glance around, I rush inside and slam the door shut behind me. I lean against it, panting heavily, my heart still racing with my eyes closed. I stumble to the bedroom, relief flooding over me as I find Carlos sleeping peacefully in his crib. What was I thinking ever letting him out of my sight for one moment? Tears well up in my eyes, a mixture of fear and exhaustion washing over me. It must have been my imagination running wild back on the streets.I collapse to the floor, the headache pounding relentlessly in my temples. Searching the table for pain relief, I swallow two pills dry, hoping they would off

SarahI reach for the door for a means of escape. “It's no use Maria," he says with a smirk as he zooms off.“i'm not too familiar with this environment.” His eyes scans the road as one having troubles navigating towards our destination. He glances at the rearview mirror and our gaze meet,“Maria... How could you survive all these years without me?” He must be enjoying the moment, seeking for ways to taunt me. “We're done Shawn and you know that. ”He takes a sharp turn. Surprisingly heading towards my apartment. It dawns on me. How long he's been monitoring us is what I don't know. “Don't be like that Maria. I never for once let you out of my sight. How's my son?"His words hit my ears as he mentions about Carlos. I feel dumb for a moment.“What son?” I stutter, searching around for any weapon to set myself lose from the beast driving the taxi.“it's useless. Stop the pretense and give us a chance Maria. I'm the only one who can protect you.”“i don't need your protection, Shawn