After that nerve-wracking encounter, they had with Franco, Xhemin and Darryl exited the small town safe. They were already back on the road, Darryl's hand was maneuvering the steering wheel while Xhemin was still catching her breath. She didn't really expect those things to happen as swift as it did and she could only sigh with relief that nothing happened and they were safe.
"Fix yourself up," Darryl chided her hard when he noticed her paleness, "Have you not learned from what Franco said? You got to be tougher than you could ever be if you want to continue with the hunt for the man who killed our son,"
"I'm okay," Xhemin denied the horror inside her. It felt like the more they were getting close to justice, there were also getting close to danger.
"You look far too miserable to say you are okay," Darryl remarked. "And look at you, have you not been sleeping for days?"
