I suddenly turned to the man who had joined Brent's conversation. “Jericho,” I said to him and in order not to ignore what he did to save me from Brent, I held his arm. “Go away Brent,” I told my ex-husband. The man would have been stubborn but I turned my back on him and pulled Jericho into the terminal.

“Is that Brent?” He asked and I nodded.

“Unfortunately,” I answered.

“I'm sorry,” he said.

“What for? I should be the one to apologize, eh.”

“With the loss of Karla and Ate Marian,” Jericho said sadly.

I forced myself to smile even though my heart was pierced by a needle...