Chapter 44: Taran

Dee gasps in horror. "Was he shot?"

"Fell." Stryker's eyes never leave mine, like he's trying to tell me something. Or warn me. I glance toward Diogo who's frowning at him, no longer amused.

Oblivious of any tension, Milla says, "You should come to our group and speak to the volunteers about your experiences. I'm sure they'd love to hear all about it."

"Yes, definitely," Dee chimes in, taking a gulp from her wine glass. "We'd love it."

"Volunteer group?" I ask curiously.

"A group of us wives who want to do more for our city." Milla's voice is shining with pride as she explains. "We create food and basic supply packages and organize welcome tours for refugees. We're involved in a few other things too, like creating food hampers to the poorer communities, planning holiday parties and organizing events for city workers."