Divided

Paige

I stood in the middle of a sea of women, nearly as many as we’d found in the basement of the Mansion. All of them were overwhelmed with emotion, dirty, sobbing, bleeding, and laughing with delight.

“What did it feel like?” someone asked.

“Are you sure he’s dead?” another yelled.

“Why did you wait so long?” a third demanded.

I didn’t bother trying to answer their questions. Yet another van of women pulled up, this time from the ambush planned on Rahim’s warehouse. Those women were in rougher shape because the suitcase of supplies got taken to Zahur’s house. I watched as the team of doctors swarmed over and began tending to the women there. Through all of the chaos, I just kept looking for Killian. In the middle of the drive, he’d gotten a call I couldn’t really overhear, then pulled off to the side of the road, switched one of the other men into the driver’s seat, and called himself a taxi. When I demanded answers, all he’d said was, “Tommaso,” before sending us to the airstrip.