C172 Baby, we've arrived

"We're looking for him," I added, a reassurance offered in the midst of the chaos.

Yet, as Elena sought answers, the ghosts of my own actions haunted me. What would I say when I shot Paul because I couldn't stand how he was holding you in his arms?

I was scared because I thought he had convinced you to accept him. Elena, I'm sorry, I whispered, the words a fragile admission of regret