“Yarrow, what are you doing?” Dad shouts. “Just explain this to me, okay? I’m sure there’s some reason.” “There is no reason,” I say. I reach behind me and pull the printed gun out from my waistband. “What are you—” Dad starts to say. But he can’t finish because I’ve shot him. Right in the gut.
the way i literally turned my kindle away and had to take a big deep breath
