Chapter 130

• Dusk bled into the sky, casting long shadows through the bamboo grove like fractured memories. I stood in red deep crimson, the color of spilled blood and vengeance while she wore white, untouched and cold.
• It almost made me laugh.
• Across from me, Clara no, the actress behind her looked at me like she still believed in something. Peace, maybe. Redemption. I stopped believing in either the moment my brothers’ bodies were dragged from the river like discarded scraps.