"I hope Ash screams for help and nobody comes. I hope Chinedu waves at it and it bites his hand off. And I hope whoever's controlling the camera keeps rolling so the whole world can watch."
Neither had a response to that.
"I'm serious," Emilia decreed, and the worst part was that she sounded like it. "Every single one of them chose this. They chose to ruin a good man's life for a paycheck. So yes. I hope they get exactly what they deserve."
Nobody spoke for a good few seconds, listening to the usually kind and timid girl's loud huffing now that her rant sounded to be over.
Leia let out a slow breath. "Well. Someone chose violence today."
"She's not wrong, though," Sarah said quietly.
"No. She's not."
They sat with it. Three women in three different rooms, connected by a group call, united by the specific fury of people who loved someone they couldn't protect.
And they were not alone.
