She screams in agony, her body contorted off the warm sand as blood gushes from the wound to her belly. I keep my hand on her cheek, and force myself to glance down at her stomach. I vow then and there that Oreale will pay for this. He’s robbed me of the only future that I’ve ever truly wanted, that of spending time with my wife and child. I have to stop the train of thought as there will be plenty of time for revenge later.



Copyright Emily Morris 2017



Copyright Emily Morris 2017

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