Chapter 22 The Weight Of Choices

• Chapter 22: The Weight of Choices
• The silence after the attack was deafening. Every creak in the floorboards and whisper of wind outside sounded like a threat. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the gun Alex had handed me earlier. Reid was curled up next to me, fast asleep despite the chaos from hours ago. His small body was so still, his face peaceful. How could he sleep in a world that refused to let us breathe?
• Precious sat near the window, her eyes bloodshot and darting nervously between the curtains and the floor. She hadn’t spoken a word since the man had burst into the cabin, and I didn’t push her to talk. I didn’t blame her. I hadn’t stopped replaying the moment I’d swung the wrench and watched the man fall.