56I stood for a moment, breathing hard in the frigid air. Letting the reality of what had just happened take hold.
Then, I flew back into action.
I saw where the gun had landed, on a shelf along the wall, and I grabbed it. I stuffed it in the waist of my jeans at the small of my back, and then I went after Peg.
Keeping an eye on Stush in case he came around, I slid my hands under Peg’s arms and lifted her shoulders off the floor. Then, I dragged her from the freezer into the kitchen.
And I slammed the door shut on Uncle Stush.
It was possible Peg had a concussion, so maybe I shouldn’t have moved her...but I couldn’t just leave her in the walk-in. I couldn’t feel safe until the two of us were out and Stush was locked inside.
I called 911, told the dispatcher what he needed to know
