*Rion*

I slammed the door behind me. Part of me regretted making her the bologna sandwich. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford to spare one, but with what was coming to her, was it even worth giving to her? A gesture of kindness before the ax chop didn’t sound logical or kind to me. I tried to push down the little bit of guilt this whole situation put me through.

I reminded myself over and over under my breath, “It’s for Eva. This is what we do for ...