How I wish I had taken her by the hand at that very moment, found a way out of the house, and disappeared into the night with a bag of cash from the barn. Her and I alone. I don’t know why I hesitated, maybe for the same reasons she did. We’d promised the others we’d all go together. The Kid and Weasel were too young to try and make it on their own. We all were. We all needed each other.
So why are some winding up dead then?
