John stared at Sara, then at the children, starved and weak children that stared at him right back, waiting on the tips of their toes, hoping for better.
Distant hollow sounds of a bloody battle still going strong were able to penetrate his thoughts, like a ticking clock reminding him that the decision making time was limited.
He counted the children. Too many.
Briskly turning around, he grabbed Kathy by her hand and pulled her forward, urging his stony feet to move, his mind to ignore the children then now cried and wailed.668Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa0trnm7KlC
Sara kept shouting and fighting off Kathy who was dragging her behind.
This was not how it was supposed to happen. He spent years trying to make amends; made the deal, found a crack in time, risked everything to pass through.
Kathy. That was whom he needed to save. The children were collateral damage to the system that already failed them, people that already betrayed them.
Kathy. He needed to save only Kathy. That was the only way he could make amends. That was the only way to rewrite time.
So he pushed forward, dragging screaming sisters, the deafening sounds scarring him once again.
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