He was shirtless and she could tell he was crying from the way his shoulders were shaking. There was a muffled plink as several somethings landed in the sink. Chris couldn’t place the sound, didn’t know what he could be doing until she saw the gun. Her gun, the 9mm semi-auto she’d been taking with her to the cross. He was emptying the magazine bullet by bullet. The slide was back, and she could see the one in the chamber had already been popped.
