Chapter FIFTY-EIGHT

Lusia The gunshot rang out like a crack of thunder, ripping through the silence. The sound of the gunshot made the birds flap their wings as they escaped from their nests. I felt the shockwave more than heard it, my body flinching as my back hit the cold, damp earth beneath me. My breath came in erratic gasps, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. My fingers clenched around the gun, my knuckles turning white, but I didn’t pull the trigger. I waited for the pain to come. I waited for the sting of metal ripping through my flesh. But it never came. I was confused. I had heard the gunshot. I thought I would be hit. But I didn’t feel any pain. I couldn’t smell my blood either. The strong, putrid metallic smell didn’t fill the air around me. My eyes went to the figure which had pulled the trigger. I was surprised that he had fired at me. He had mentioned knowing about my parents’ death and who the murderer was. I wondered if that was the only reason he had brought me out here. I mean. Why w