Chapter 33 Thinking Ex

• It was dark already, yet my hands shook as I gnawed on my fingers from the fear that enveloped me.
• The image still stuck in my head; it didn't help that there had been no call regarding how he was.
• The country was at a standstill, reporters screaming into the mic, standing close to the heavily guided Quirinal palace, all of which I watched without hearing anything. My knees shook at the thought that he was dead.