I tried to grab her sleeve, to stop her—but she was already running off.
I followed her to the edge of the alley and watched helplessly as she dashed across the street into a small convenience store.
This girl… so naive. So trusting. When she came back, I’d take her someplace safer, far from here.
A few minutes later, she returned, clutching a plastic bag with a loaf of bread and two bottles of the cheapest mineral water.
She handed me the bread and twisted open a water bottle, passing it to me.
“Camila, where should we go next?”
My throat was raw from dryness. I took the bottle and drank two long gulps.
“We’ll find a place to lay low for a couple of days. They’ll be here soon.”
“Who will?” she asked.
I was about to answer—when dizziness suddenly hit me like a wave.
I looked down at the bottle in my hand, then up at Luna in shock.
She backed away a step, biting her lip.
“I’m sorry, Camila,” she whispered. “I have to save my parents.”
I collapsed to the ground.
From the blur of my vision, I saw shadowy figures approaching us in the distance. I let out a bitter laugh.
Luna... do you even know how tragically you died in your previous life?
