#Chapter154

The moment her convoy left everything felt different like a sense of déjà vu, a sudden emptiness clouding my thoughts as I stood rooted in place watching the black cars speed off putting on more distance between myself and her; the sweat pant I had on after the Irish raid clings to my skin watching the fleets of black cars speed off standing bare footed outside one of the many modern safe homes owned by the Russians; Elijah and myself we inherited after the demise of our parents. Something tells me to call her back, go after her for it may be the last, to tell her I have...