Diego’s nonna lay on the floor, a bullet hole in her forehead. Dread settled in my bones and my heart slammed against my ribcage. Diego pushed past me and Remo, and stormed toward his grandmother, then he looked at something to his right. He let out a hoarse cry, his face scrunching up with despair and he dropped his gun. “No!”
Im never getting this emotionally attached to fictional ppl ever again
