fear

In the Face of Fear

In the Face of Fear

“Could that be C4?”  He nodded to her purse.

 This simple question was all the fuel my imagination needed.  False prophecies of fire, chaos, and death flooded my mind.  If I didn’t do something now, my last confession would be a sin of omission.  I jumped out of my seat and traded places with my translator, asking her to investigate the woman’s phone.