BLOOD DEBT
So old her anger was, so deep and tied up.
I said, “She is not ready to face Isabela.”
"And are you?" Sofia asked.
I did not answer.
Rather, I reopened the file and browsed through the last notes. One line caught my attention.
Asset retrieval denied. Status of survivor not ascertained.
I said slowly, “She wanted Drina alive.”
Sofia's eyes narrowed. “Why then sanction the massacre?”
“To dominate the discourse,” I said. To wipe the slate clean, forget the past, and hold on to the future.