Chapter Sixty-Five: Past: Unseen: Pick A Side

Monica stared at Michael with such heartbreak it wrecked her inside out, her heart the be bleeding through the tears that had brimmed in her eyes and escaped through she tried her ultimate best to keep it back. She failed greatly, as they fell one by one leaving pathways on her skin and tracks on the ground. No one could catch these tears, no one would be given the chance to.

She kept her gun steadily pointed at Lora, as Lora kept her steady at Michael, and I? I just spectated but the gun in under my table was enough to keep a reminder of who would possibly fall… Lora or Monica, both women I had known for years, both of whom had served and never failed me in all my time of trouble and ruling. Their mothers and fathers have served me and my uncles.