My Darkest Hour - Part 3

Climax

I have everything I need to write the article of a lifetime, so when the US Embassy sends someone to bring me to the safety of Kyiv, I have no excuse to stay in Mariupol. I say my goodbyes to the people I’ve gotten to know and let myself be led to the waiting vehicle outside, holding back tears the best I can.

I didn’t even get to say goodbye. 

They won’t…