CIAN
We left the morgue. The sunlight felt too bright after the cold darkness inside. I led them to the garage where the wrecked vehicles had been stored. Two cars sat in various states of destruction. The sentinel's vehicle was the worst, crushed and twisted beyond recognition. The other car looked almost intact from certain angles, though the front end was completely demolished.
That was the car Fia and Garrett had been in. The metal was bent and scarred. The windows were completely shattered. The passenger side caved in where the impact had been strongest.
The delicate approached the sentinel's car first. She placed her hands on the mangled door.
Then she shook her head. "It is just echoes of what I already felt. Their fear. Their pain. Their deaths."
She moved around the car, feeling for something more.
Her fingers traced along the hood, following the crumpled metal. But again, she got nothing.
