My teeth jarred as my knees hit the concrete, pain radiating from the hit I’d taken. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the crushing reality that there was no way I’d be able to make my way through the carnage to find Scar. Not even the fact that I’d killed my father could soothe my agony. I cried out her name until my lungs burned from the heated air and exertion. Each moment seemed to slip, my brain no longer able to make heads or tails of time. Tears streaked down my face. I wished I’d heard her tell me she loved me before I died.
