But then he grabs the rifle out of my hands with a quickness I didn’t know he was capable of at his age. He raises it, aiming the barrel at my chest. “Just who I was lookin’ for.” I’m so taken aback—this is so out of character for him—that it takes a full beat for my brain to unscramble the events as they happen. First, John B puts his hand on the trigger. Second, he closes his left eye, aiming for my heart.
homegirllllllll
