Alex still had his gun in his hands as he stared at Angelo; someone had gotten shot. Angelo observed himself, and there were no gunshot wounds. He heard a thumping sound, and just as he looked up, he saw that Alex had fallen to his knees and was pressing his hands to his chest. Not long after that, he watched as blood gushed out of his nephew's mouth as he lay on his back.
"Help!" his nephew pleaded in a small, faint voice as a single tear rolled down his eye.
"Angelo!" Angelo looked up, and he saw Emily standing in the shadows; she too was crying, and the look of fear was written all over her face. Angelo's eyes filled with tears as he saw his wife standing in the shadow in the distance. Emily had lost weight in the few days that she had been kidnapped, and her eyes were swollen as if she had spent days crying.