Lorenzo's usually distant grey eyes had a glimmer of shock, a little bit of amazement as well as he stared at Maria's trembling form. If he was being honest, he didn't think she would have the guts to pull the trigger. Especially on their first run.
Maria's eyes widened with fear amd disgust. No, she hadn't saved him. She killed someone without any form of remorse. She could have at least tried to knock the guy out or something, why did she have to resort to killing? Or maybe she could have shot him in the leg or hand? There were other possible actions she could have taken. How could she take the life of another human being so coldly?
"I don't know, Lorenzo. I wasn't thinkingI…. I don't know." Her heart pulsated against her chest, her very hands felt different. She had ended someone's life with these hands. What would her mother think now if she saw her?
She had raised a murderer.
