110“There's nowhere for you to go, Becca!” He gingerly stepped from the car. The bullet wound, though it had missed his vital organs, still bled, and he was smart enough to know that a trip to an emergency room would land him in prison. He watched her approach a hillside, limping as she went. He followed.
Becca scrambled up the low rise, falling several times. Her ankle gave way and she thought it might be broken.
His voice called from behind her. “Come on, Becca. You know we belong together. No one will ever love you the way I do.”
She headed down the other side of the knoll and could see flames. She paused. His feet crunched on the rocky ground, causing the hair to rise on the back of her neck. She limped to the bottom of the hill and moved parallel to the blaze.
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