I close the door. I just wanna hide under my covers, but my bed feels miles away. I lower myself in the corner and pull my knees up to my chest, which feels like it’s gonna cave in. I wanted that guy dead, I swear I did. Now all I can think about is how a gunshot’s gonna take him like one took Dad. If he has a wife, his death will mess her up like it messed Jay up. If he has a momma, she’ll cry like Grandma cried. If he has a dad, his voice will dip when he talks about him like Granddaddy. If he has a son, he’ll be angry at him for dying, like Trey is. If he has a little girl, she’ll never get
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