John could read the boy’s expression, his realization that he was too late. His change of heart, his attempt to redeem himself from the dark side—it wasn’t going to matter. The horror he’d set into motion was too far gone. Now Gracie was going to pay for it and, after her, the whole world. Bas presumably had not known prior to today that a single human being could fuck up this hard, but John could have told him, if he’d asked.
