Chris Parker

He raised his head and met your frightened gaze. He was standing below, holding out his arms to you.:

• I'll catch you. Trust me.

And you trusted me. At that moment, he was the only one you could trust. His hands, strong and reliable, caught you like a piece of fluff and gently lowered you to the ground. The man grabbed your hand, and you ran to the car, which was parked in the shade of the trees. Chris pushed you into the backseat, and once he was behind the wheel, he pressed the accelerator pedal to the floor.

For two hours you raced along the night road, in an unknown direction. You sat there, numb with horror, unable to make a sound. You were always warned that one day this day would come, that competitors might get to your father. And now it's here. There was emptiness inside, vast and bottomless. Chris glanced at you briefly through the car mirror, noticing how you were starting to fall asleep. He didn't say a word, just tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Finally, the car stopped near a small, inconspicuous house. Chris got out, walked around the car, and unceremoniously picked you up in his arms and carried you inside. Climbing the creaking stairs to the second floor, he laid you on a bed in one of the rooms, carefully covering you with a blanket.

– I'm so sorry, he whispered, and his voice cracked as he knelt in front of the bed, barely able to cope with the unbearable fatigue that consumed him. he gently took your hand and gently ran his thumb over the knuckles, trying to convey his regret to you with a warm touch