ARTHUR
I limped toward the front door.
The doctors had given me a cane, but I’d refused to use it. Call it pride or plain stubbornness, I wasn’t ready to depend on a piece of wood just to get around.
I pulled the door open without knowing who I’d find on the other side.
Samantha stood there.
Her eyes were red and swollen, tears running freely down her cheeks as her lips trembled. I tightened my grip on the doorknob, forcing myself to stay in control.
“What are you doing here?” I asked through gritted teeth.
She sniffled. “You know the target wasn’t you. I would never have tried to kill you. I was mad at you, yes. I’m still mad at you for cheating, but I never would’ve shot you.”
She took a step closer.
I gave her one hard look, and she froze where she was.
She sniffled again, her
