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Playlist: “Tommy Gun” by The Clash
"Matthew!" I call out to him with the same level of disbelief that is written all over his face.
My husband doesn't look as if he hears me. He continues to stare ahead at the motionless lump of brains and blood that was once my crazed hunter and attacker. I don't dare follow his eyes though. I will never choose to look at Dante again. Even if the sight of the new hole in the mercenary's head fills me with a bizarre sense of relief… and disgusting satisfaction.
If the first gunshot was Dante aiming for me, yet thwarted by Eric, then the second shot, which took place mere moments later, must have been from Matthew. Whether my husband’s brain has caught up with his body’s actions, the gun in his hands was our salvation. In fact, I have two
