“I love you, Mullins,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. “It’s okay, Katy,” she croaks assuringly. “It’s okay!” “No!” Briggs shouts. I hear him struggling, his chains rattling. “H–her,” I say as guilt and sorrow lodge themselves in my throat. I pull my eyes closed tighter and choke on a sob while silent tears pool in the dirt beneath my eyes. I wait for the shot, but it never comes.
