C83 Letting her go...

Blood ran cold in my veins. With a drop of tear rolling down my cheek, I stood there frozen. My heart slowed down for a moment before it started pounding against my ribcage. My hands shook at my sides realizing who was standing before me.

Vincenzo Zolvesky.

The man I was running from was waiting in my own house.

My legs stumbled back, the cold doors hit my back, leaving me no escape