‘You’re the last one,’ I whisper as I stare deep into his lifeless grey eyes. His limbs are flopped by his side and his skin is warm to the touch as my hands glide across his face and arms. The pinky-red impressions left by my fingers around his neck are beginning to fade. I stroke his hair before finally, I hold his hand. It feels so small in mine.
I'm genuinely confused because if this mystery person is harming kids, why were they talking about saving the baby and fantasizing about killing Mia? I don't know who they’re targeting or why... ~Z
