He stares at me, and I hold his gaze as the voice carries on, relentless.
“Anyone feckin' alive?”
Me,I’malive, and if his boss finds out I’m here, I’mdead.
His eyes lock onto mine, beautiful and devastating.
He crouches in front of me. Brushes his thumb across my cheek. He raises the phone to his mouth, and he answers with the finality of a guillotine.
“No. None.”
THE END
