Chapter ninety two

Angel

The stormy morning painted the world in shades of gray, the echoes of thunder punctuating the quiet of our temporary sanctuary. Selena and I, drawn together by the shared unease of the previous night's ominous message, found solace in the simplicity of making breakfast amidst the flickering candlelight.

As we moved around the dimly lit kitchen, the conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving a tapestry of shared stories and revelations. Selena, with a hint of nostalgia in her voice, began recounting tales of her childhood, a time when she navigated a world quite different from the one we now found ourselves in.

"Back in my hometown, life wasn't always as serene as this storm," she began, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Believe it or not, there was a phase where I used to wield a gun. Dad insisted I learned to shoot. Said it was a skill every girl should have."

I listened intently, intrigued by the unexpected facets of Selena's past. The dance of raindrops on