{IVANNA}
I was screaming.
They were dragging me away from him, and I couldn't stop screaming. I clawed and dove, struggled as hard as I could to get back to him, my entire world lying there on the ground, his blood seeping out onto the cement.
No, this isn't happening. They can't take him from me.
"Sergio!" I cried. And cried and cried, his name a refrain on my lips, my only thought to be with him. "No, please! I have to be there!"
They didn't listen. Three soldiers packed me into the Range Rover and shouted at me to stay low. I was hysterical, crying, and shaking. Maksim was pressing on his side with Sergio, and my husband—oh, God. His eyes were closed, and he was as pale as death. No, please. Don't take him from me.
