NIGHTINGALE

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To say I was terrified was an understatement of the century. But I guess it was a normal reaction when there’s a gun pointed at your head and an arm on your throat, slowly choking you.

“Ms Alisha, s.she…” I wheezed and the pressure of his arm on my neck reduced to allow me speak.

I took a deep breath before I continued speaking.

“She gave me a message to deliver to you.” I blurted out and stretched the paper in my hand out.

“Did you open it?” He asked as he looked at my outstretched hand but didn’t take the paper.

“She told me not to open...