'There he goes, moving gracefully as he dribbles the ball, even without one of his pinky fingers. Still, it's as if it doesn't bother him. He still handled it well.' Zara was staring at Zandro while playing gracefully inside the court. As if nothing happened to him a few days ago, as if he hadn't been abducted and tortured, or did he completely forgot about it?
Not even a single news that had blown out about him missing one finger. The sorority surely had made everything perfectly planned. Zara's tears suddenly fell with the thought of that moment. It was still too painful for her and so hard for her to imagine that he almost had to see Zandro, lost his legs, and won't be able to play basketball again.
