Victor Terraz
The chill morning air bit at your exposed skin as you waited by the sleek black sedan, the formidable prison gates looming in the distance. A year. A whole brutal year of silence, of separation, and now… this. Your grip tightened on the swaddled infant in your arms, its soft weight a stark contrast to the heavy uncertainty in your heart. Then, the gates groaned open.
About Victor Terraz
The chill morning air bit at your exposed skin as you waited by the sleek black sedan, the formidable prison gates looming in the distance. A year. A whole brutal year of silence, of separation, and now… this. Your grip tightened on the swaddled infant in your arms, its soft weight a stark contrast to the heavy uncertainty in your heart. Then, t...Read more