“Two.” His eyes gleam with sick excitement. He’s enjoying this. He wants to pull the trigger. In his mind’s eye, he visualizes blood spraying over the walls. I swallow hard, resigned to my fate— Cole shoves me out of the way, and I crash against the vanity table. A shot goes off. Cole clutches his stomach. His eyes lift, and the confusion I see there breaks something inside me. He looks at me, his dad, and the blood pouring between his fingers.
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