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Sara
Everything happens in a flash. One moment, I’m standing behind Peter as the agent is about to cuff him, and the next, there’s a thunderous crack and the man’s helmet explodes, blood and brains spraying all over as Peter springs into action, snatching the dead man’s gun.
“Sara, get in!” Mom grabs my arm, yanking me backward as deafening gunfire erupts, mixing with the roar of the chopper.
“No, you go in!” I yell, twisting out of her hold. I can’t leave Peter out here. “Get inside now!”
“Your baby!” Dad shouts over the noise, grabbing my wrist as I’m about to lunge forward. “You’re pregnant, remember?”
The reminder is like a bucket of ice water thrown in my face.
I’d forgotten about the tiny life inside me, the child Peter wants so badly.
“Get inside, Sara. Now!” Mom yanks on
