Seventy-three:
Ellery Corbin
The drive to the cemetery was long, and quiet. Ellery wasn’t even sure why she had decided that she needed to visit her father’s tombstone. But now that she knew what had really happened to him, it seemed like the fitting place to be. She supposed she should have been more concerned about Deacon and his arm since Landry had attacked him. But now, when she thought about Deacon, all she felt was rage. The kind of rage that made her want to hurt things. She wondered what it would be like to put a bullet inside him.
“Are you okay?” Landry asked. “You’re anxious. Your heart is pounding a million miles a minute. I’ve never felt this kind of…anger coming from you before. Usually, you’re so calm about things.”
She glared at him. “Don’t pretend that you know me
