“You’re just saying that!” Josh yelled. “You’re trying to make me jealous.”
“No, I’m not,” Emily said, trying to project a calmness in her voice that she didn’t truly feel.
There was no one around. Emily had hoped at least the presence of a bystander might make Josh lower his gun for fear of attracting attention, but no people came.
She reached for her phone, this time more decisively.
“Don’t do it!” Josh warned.
She pulled the phone out of her handbag. “I don’t believe you’ll shoot me,” she said with more confidence than she felt. But she was tired of being the victim. This had to end now. “I’m calling the police.”
“No!”
Emily half expected him to shoot her, but instead Josh pointed the gun at his own temple.
She was about to dial the number, but she paused, not wanting to set him
