Chapter 42

• Roxanne Meyers
• I was perplexed. Of all the attacks Salvatore had endured, this one had been the deadliest. Words failed me; it felt as though my tongue was stuck in my throat, preventing me from uttering a single word.
• At least Salvatore managed to reach the helicopter, carrying Gloríe in his arms. The woman was gravely injured, and it pained me deeply. She had become one of my loved ones, despite the differences we had had. She was very kind to me, and seeing her like that, in the arms of one of the twins, completely lifeless, as if she weren’t breathing, I was completely distraught.