She stared at the fire. The flickering flames danced and blurred. “I didn’t miss, Liam. I was scared to death, but I didn’t miss.” Not like before. She remembered the night of the blizzard, trapped in the house with Pike. The confrontation in the hallway when she could’ve shot him dead but missed, her hands shaking with panic, her bad hand unusable. How much had changed. She had changed. She was stronger. Still afraid, but fear wasn’t a lack of courage. True courage was action in the face of fear. And she’d acted.
