Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
“You did everything right, gave me more, were worth it all, baby girl. My gun. Go …” His eyes are so stern, even as I see the life draining from them. “They’re here for you,” he rasps, and a chill skitters up my spine. I weep into his chest and kiss his forehead. “You are so loved, Liam Graves. My forever family.” Prying his bloody fingers off his gun, I move to a stooping stance. And I run. And run.
