Paige rushes to my side and puts her arms around me. I know they will separate us to ask questions, so I grip her hand tightly and look in her eyes. “I shot him. I had to.” She gives a slight nod of her head and squeezes my hand back. “You had to,” she agrees. “It’s over,” I say again and again, on my hands and knees in the muddy earth. “It’s over.”