Leonardo
I’ve always hated being stuck in one place. It makes me restless. Unsettled. Like the walls are closing in on me a little more with every passing minute. And that’s exactly how I feel right now. Trapped.
We’ve been here since last night, and the waiting is starting to eat at me.
Last night, I didn’t sleep a wink. Not even for a second. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing that explosion—the fire swallowing the car, the chaos, the sound of Nayana’s scream. I’ve replayed it a hundred times, wondering how we made it out alive.
And then there’s Toby who left after the shooting to get help and hasn’t been back since. Twenty-four hours. Not a word. Nothing. I keep telling myself he’s fine, that maybe he found his way somehow, that he’s still searching for a way to reach Uncle
