Battista – 3

The kid opened his eyes. “That was her.” he muttered. “The woman in the picture. The one with the necklace.” “But it doesn’t make sense,” he thought. He knew something was different. In the picture she looked worn down yet determined. She looked fierce. The woman he saw just now was terrified.

“This was my chance!” he thought in agony. “Thousands of times and I just – No! I have to focus,” he stopped himself. He needed to get back. Somehow he needed to find her again.


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