Preface
There was bad energy in the air.
Not the kind that's woven into a scary film, filled with fake apprehension where the protagonist slowly opens an empty cupboard then laughs at their irrational paranoia.
No.
His wide, brown eyes wore the same expression as mine. A look of knowing fear but also acceptance. That we couldn't just pause the film or shut the book.
This wasn't a tactic to embellish a storyline, this was our life and we knew all too well that our final page was about to be written.
