Sarah held a pistol. Threatening her to treat a sinner? Unthinkable.
Grace's face drained of color, her body trembling. A scream caught in her throat, stifled by the gun barrel pressed against her temple.
"Sarah," Grace's voice quivered, "we're family. Why the gun? Put it down. What if it goes off?"
Sarah's eyes flashed with icy scorn and lethal intent. "If it goes off, you die." Her tone was light and casual, as if inquiring about the weather. Her words belied the deadly scene.
Benjamin was near collapse. He wondered if Sarah had truly lost her mind. Swallowing hard, he tried to reason with her. "Let's talk. Don't be impulsive. If it goes off, you'll face the consequences." His heart hammered against his ribs. The gun was not only loaded but c****d. Coupled with Sarah's demeanor, he w
