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It’s impossible to tell with him And it doesn’t help that our ind relationship has barely even existed for long enough to properly process anything Hopefully, this time away fro with a fresh mind

The limo slowly pulls to a stop and I look out of my tintedA familiar river runs just off in the distance We’re close We’ve probably stopped just at the edge of the bridge that leads into town

But why?

I try to put down et a better look of what’s ahead, but it’s locked Soet tipped over, or a lazy donkey will take an unexpected break right in theinside of er as I tap on the black partition

“What’s happening?” I call

No answer

Instead, I hear the passenger door open Frouard step onto the dirt road His gaze is fixed ahead Just as I press et a better look, the partition starts to descend I scra

“Hey, why’d you—” I’m about to ask the driver, before the words catch in my throat

There’s no need to ask him why he stopped It becoet a full view of my home town

Or, rather, what’s left of it

The whole place looks like it’s been firebombed to smithereens

Pale plus, their skeletons cru and black Beat up cars are tipped on their sides, surrounded by shards of glistening glass from shattered storefront s Other silhouettes litter the streets, but we’re too far away forI know exactly what they are

“Stay here,” the driver says, opening his door to join the body guard out front

“No, wait—” he slams the door shut before I can finish

Sharp panic skips around ininup