We moved houses, and Marshall’s house we left. We moved somewhere else and to an island in Hawaii as well, and now the crowd is wounded and Fiero’s brother is talking to Summer now.

I slowly caressed Marshall’s face. He was sleeping peacefully on my lap and was having a rest now. I haven’t healed all of its wounds yet, because I just fell asleep in the chair while I was cleaning the wounds.

He fought hard at that time. Summer was being treated now and the serum was returned to him. They turned to my seat and approached Fiero’s older brother. The other people left the study room, and...