“I’ll call for an ambulance,” Shaun said and withdrew his phone from his pocket.
Leaving Worthington sitting on the ground, he turned toward Fiona and Ian. He talked into his phone as he closed the distance to the two people who meant more to him than he thought possible. Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he kept the revolver behind his thigh. There was no reason Ian needed to see the gun that had been pointed at his mother’s head.
Ethan chanced a glance at Worthington, finding it difficult to recognize relief that it was finally over. The landscape continued to tilt, and he contemplated sitting on the ground until his brain decided to settle the house and trees back to where they were supposed to be. Squeezing his eyes shut didn’t help, so he popped them back open, nor did standin
