I spent the rest of the night studying the g*n John had handed me. My hands trembled a little as I held it. If it wasn't my first time holding such a weapon, maybe I’d be more composed.
I wondered how I was supposed to use such a weapon if merely holding it was this daunting.
And I was supposed to… kill a human being?
I turned to stare at my little munchkin sleeping peacefully beside me. To protect him from the snares of the wolves that surround me, I’d have to do anything. Pulling the trigger must be a walk in the park for me.
I gently unloaded the bullet the way I had learned earlier— on the internet, after John handed it to me — then aimed it at the ceiling.
Shit! What am I doing? My senses suddenly came back. I hurried to my jewelry box, emptied its contents, and placed the g*n in
