Chapter 53 Don't Worry

• I clung to Paul’s neck, holding back the threat of tears. “The windows are bulletproof,” he assured me, his voice softly resonating in my ears like a repetitive gong.
• After placing me on the bed, he kissed my forehead and left. The sounds of gunfire played back in my mind as I lay on the bed, tracing the ceiling's intricate design.
• My parent’s faces surfaced. If they were aware of the traumas I was facing, they would be deeply disheartened. Tears flooded my eyes, etching a solid reminder in my heart that Paul’s world was no haven of safety.