Valeria

I screamed, my voice raw and loud, as Dante lay bleeding on the ground, the gunshot’s echo fading into the night. My heart pounded, with my hands shaking as I dropped to my knees beside him, my dress soaking in the dirt. “He’s dying,” I thought, my mind racing with fear, my rage at the unseen sniper burning inside me. Blood pooled under his leg, near his hip, where the bullet had hit, dark and spreading fast. I pressed my hands against the wound, my fingers slick, trying to ...