Michael’s POVThe forest had become a war zone. I could hear screams, gunfire, the shouts of men giving orders, and in the middle of it all, the rapid thudding of my own heartbeat.Henry was clinging to me, his small body pressed against mine, shaking, not sobbing, not panicked, just trembling. I could feel the tension in his limbs, the sharp, brittle fear that tried to creep up from his chest. He wasn’t crying because he didn’t want to show weakness and I understood. He was Fernando’s son, and even at six, he was already carrying himself like a man, nut I knew that the weight of all this would crush him if I let it.“Michael?” His voice shook ever so slightly, but he was trying to sound steady.“I’ve got you, champ, I’ve got you,” I whispered, pressing him closer against my chest. My legs were on fire, blood soaking through my pants, each step sending hits of pain straight up my thigh, but I couldn’t stop, not when Henry was in my arms.Ashley was crouched beside us, firing caref
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