Chapter TwentyWhen he walked in the door, Sarah threw her arms around John and held him tight. “I was so scared,” she said. Then she pulled back and looked at him. “You have a g*n on you. Were you planning on killing him?” she asked, alarmed.
“No.” He paused and then added, “I just wanted to hurt him, and to let him know real fear.” He drew a breath and looked into her eyes. “Seeing what he has done to you made me so angry, Sarah. I had to find a way to make him answer for it.” He shook his head, and then added, “I wanted him to know what it was like to be really hurt, and to think he might die.”
“You broke into his house?” Sarah asked. “What happened in there?”
As he began to share the details, the phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello.” Then he was silent for a prolonged period
