Ariel wrapped her arms around her knees as she sat on the bed with her back against the bed board.

The sound of the gunshot stayed glued to her head longer than she wanted.

The man shaking, pleading.

How he shot him dead. No warning. No hesitation.

Just bang.

Her chest tightened painfully, air refusing to fill her lungs properly as her eyes stayed glued to the bed, as she could still see the body vividly, with blood pooling out, calmly, slowly.

Her nose burns.

Tears ...