Elara’s POVThe night feels wrong, I don’t know why.I’m standing too close to Mum, my fingers holding onto her dress, tight… so tight my knuckles hurt, but I didn't let go. The room smells strange, sharp, like metal, like something I shouldn’t breathe in.Dad is on the floor. No… not just sitting. Kneeling.Why is he kneeling?My eyes move slowly to the man standing in front of him.Black clothes, face covered in mask and a gun in his hand.I don’t understand what that means, but I know I don’t like it.Mum is crying.“Please… please don’t do this…” her voice trembled, her body shaking as she knelt a few steps away. I’ve never heard her sound like that before. “Take anything you want… just leave us…”Leave us? Why?Dad turns his head a little, looking at her… then at me.His eyes are soft, so soft.“It’s okay,” he says quietly, but it doesn’t feel okay. Nothing feels okay.Then he looks at the man again.“If you’re going to take someone… take me,” he says.Take him? Take him to where
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-05-09 Baca selengkapnya