62: SURGE OF RAGE

ARIEL'S POV   Harriet's furious gaze fixed on me as she raised her gun, intensifying my fear to the point of overflowing. It was clear to me that this woman had completely lost her mind.   Witnessing her cold-blooded murder of a priest just moments ago, I couldn't help but believe that I might be her next target. The situation had spiraled into complete absurdity, with the barrel of the gun now directed squarely at me.   My mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. Harriet's eyes, once filled with life, now reflected a twisted sense of anger and madness.   This was so crazy; it was supposed to be a gleeful day, right? But things turned out the opposite way. This was something no one would sign up for. And damn, what was going to happen after this? Was I going to walk out of this hall alive?   As Harriet's finger tightened around the trigger, my heart pounded in my chest, echoing the sheer terror that consumed me. I pleaded silently for a miracle, desp