CHAPTER 53

I can still remember that night like it was imprinted on my mind—a night when every decision felt like the flip of a coin, and every moment waited to shatter what little faith I had clung to. It started the night everything around our house caved in, like a structure of cards. Enemies, akin to vultures, passed overhead, with no time allowed for packing remembrances or regrets. There was no choice for Ruth and me but to grab everything and melt away into the night.