The sound of the gunshot resonated vividly in my mind. Blood flowed from my father's body, saturating the concrete's foundation. His eyes-shadowy, vacant-gazed into emptiness, unfocused. I was unable to move. I was unable to breathe. It seems I have ceased to breathe. Carter's chuckle pierced the silence like a keen knife. "You truly believed you were rescuing Dad, didn't you?" His remarks struck me like a slap, both severe and amusing. Negative. No, no, no. This is not occurring, not at this time, not in this place. I completed all their requests. I deceived Raymond, my abductor; I truly disclosed everything they sought. And yet, my father is gone? I felt like yelling. I desired to rip Carter to shreds with my own hands. Yet my body wouldn't budge; I sense the inertia. "Get this sorted," Carter commanded, waving his hand as if my father's life held no value to him or to this world. His crew moved ahead, prepared to haul the body off. I feel shattered. An unrefined, pr
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