What?

LEILANI

“When did we suddenly get to this?” I ask myself. I stood in place, too shocked to move.

This was the first time a gun was being pointed at me. Yeah, I live in the United States, and shooting often occurs. But then, this is the first time I’m actually witnessing it.

I watched as the guy pulled the trigger.

“Is this my end?” I ask.

Suddenly, I’m snatched like I weigh nothing and thrown aside.

“You really want to die, don’t you?” Malcolm’s angry voice echoes.

His voice sounded so far away, yet I was in his arms. My focus was on the masked guy trying to get away. I watch as he slips into one of the hospital rooms.

“Baby,” Malcolm calls, shaking me rigorously.

“Huh,” I answer absent-mindedly.

“Leilani!” he suddenly yells my name. Making me snap out of whatever trance I was in.

“He tried to shoot me,” I mumble.

“I almost died without meeting my daughter,” I begin to cry.

“Almost, but you didn’t,” he says, pulling me further into his arms.

“She is dead,” I mumble, point