My throat closes as I look down at the gun in my hands. I don’t remember wrangling it from Josh. I don’t remember pulling the trigger. All I could think about was her. The tears streaming down her face as she looked up at the stars…praying for a miracle. The way she recoiled the first time I touched her…even though I was only trying to help. The fear in her voice as she pleaded with me not to hurt her…because it’s all she’s ever known. Because of him. And now he’s dead…because of me.
