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As I pass, I slap a brick of notes against his muddy chest. “Dig her up,” I growl. “My mama doesn’t belong here.”
“Aurora. Stand up.”
“Perfect. Now, take three steps to the left.”
Then the bang is too loud.
The bullet enters Max right between the eyes and exits out the back of his skull, taking half his brain with it.
“Dad wasn’t the hero you thought he was,” I say quietly. He stays silent, his jaw as hard as steel. “And Mama?”
“Mama was a fucking saint, and don’t you ever forget it.”
