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Jude won’t get to be the father he wants to be…
And I didn’t get to tell him I love him and actually mean it.
“I’m sorry,” Nathaniel says sadly when I start to sob. Unable to swallow down my sorrow.
The sadness is so fucking heavy, it’s crushing down on me. Grinding me into miserable, broken pieces.
It’s all I can do to keep myself upright and not crumble to my knees.
“He’ll be okay,” he tries to say reassuringly and gives my hand a meaningful squeeze. “Jude is smart, deadly, and resourceful. He’s probably giving them hell.”
I want to believe him. More than anything, I want to believe him.
But with each beat of my heart, I can feel the seconds ticking away.
My time with him is slipping away.
And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Not unless I want to hurt or kill Nathaniel.
Even then… what can I do?
How can I help?
If I run into the fight, I might provide a moment of distraction, but I’ll also probably die.
I’m not some badass, deadly femme fatale.
I might have a gun in my hand, but I’ve never actually shot one before. And I’m betting it’s a lot harder than they make it look in the movies.
To think I could provide any aid at all would be an illusion of grandeur.
Nathaniel abruptly comes to a stop. I’m so caught up in my thoughts, in my sorrow, I slam into his back.
Wrapping his arm around me, he smothers my mouth with his hand.
It takes me a second to hear what he hears.
Men muttering to each other in Russian.
Dropping his mouth to my ear, Nathaniel hisses, “Run.”
Releasing me and shoving me behind him, he takes up a protective stance. Pointing his gun at the corner.
Where?I want to demand.
Where do I fucking run to? Each way means death.
A man walks around the corner and stops in surprise. The look on his face and the way his jaw drops, his cigarette falling from his lips, is almost comical.
Then he shouts something in Russian and lifts his gun to fire at Nathaniel.
Nathaniel shoots first and hits him in the head, dropping him.
But the warning has already gone out.
The sound of running feet hitting the gravel is the sound of our impending doom.
“Run, Eden!” Nathaniel shouts.
