TRIGGER WARNING;MENTIONS OF SA

Draven POV

We stayed just like that, chatting, until people began to file back into the hall. Surprisingly, thirty minutes had passed already.

I watched Mateo as he helped a woman to her seat. Her face was partially covered with a hoodie so I couldn’t really see her face.

Behind them, an older man trailed, walking slowly with his head slightly lowered. He was the carbon copy of Mateo except for the way he was hunched over and the obvious marks of time that ...