The moment I realized that we were being shot at, the world shattered,

“Hold on,” Joe screamed, his voice cut through my thoughts as he jerked the car towards the left.

Another gunshot rang through the air. This time, it was louder and far closer. I even felt the car shoulder the moment the bullet hit the reinforced bulletproof glass.

My heart kept on pounding as I stayed low and kept my hands on the leather seat in front of me. I was holding on so tightly that my fingers began to hurt.

The windows were spider-webbed with cracks, and even though I wasn’t an expert on bulletproofing, I could...