|Nieves|
Did I truly want the Clarksons to suffer?
I tore my gaze away from him, focusing instead on the cascading falls ahead. The roar of the water filled the silence between us, but it did nothing to drown out the storm in my head.
If… they were really the ones responsible for the attack, then I wanted them to pay. I wanted them to feel the same unbearable agony that gripped me every time I shut my eyes and saw my grandmother’s lifeless body. Every time I recalled the acrid stench of burning homes, the anguished screams of my people.
But hearing it out loud… it terrified me.
A shiver ran through me despite the warmth in the air. I wrapped my arms around myself, as if I could shield against the coldness creeping in from within.
“But you and I both know,” I murmured, my voice quiete
