Annalise was bloodied - another person's blood. Her appearance was disheveled and tears streamed down her cheeks as she paced the hospital's waiting room, her heart thundering violently.
She had received a call from Luca Caruso asking that they meet up for a short period and she had honored it in hopes that he had been sent by his mother to discuss Nicolás. Fifteen minutes at the cafe he had chosen and the waitress who'd been serving her had gotten shot - no, there was a better way to phrase that - the waitress who had been serving her had gotten shot instead of her.
It was obvious she was the target and Annalise knew deep in her gut that she'd only missed being shot by luck but what was luck if someone innocent was in the ER battling for their life instead of her? Was she even allowed to feel thankful? No, because an innocent person might die today and it would all be her fault.
