After the Cannon Fodder’s Suicide, They All Cried Regret
Language: en
The moment the car crashed, my brother’s choice was instant. He went for Dolores, my adopted sister. I was pinned under the airbag, a searing pain shooting up my left leg. Broken, for sure. “Dolores’s terrified of pain,” he pleaded, his voice urgent, “Just hold on, Ava.” Before I lost consciousness, the last thing I saw was him carrying Dolores away from the car, just moments before it burst into flames. When I woke up, I’d been kidnapped.