One Bullet Left to Go Home
Language: en
Three years. My partner and I had finally put the syndicate behind bars. When they handed me our plane tickets home, I broke down and sobbed like a child. For three long years, I hadn't slept a single night without one eye open. My partner, Paula, held me close, her voice a soothing murmur of comfort. But the words that tumbled from her lips sliced through me like a razor: "I wonder if the apple tree back home is still standing?" The tears dried instantly. The smile froze on my face.