“But Eve, I didn’t tell the truth when I saw the paper. I let people believe the lie!”
“No. Stop it. You know how dangerous Jonathon and his thugs are. Now stop this now.”
Trent had been silent during the confession, but hearing his mother say ugly things about his father mounted an eruption of emotion against her. “What are you saying, Mom? God, what they’re saying about you is true. God!” He put his head up and began screaming, “Help! She’s over here! Help!”
Eve heard the sound of running, people yelling. The chaotic confusion was resounding. Without thinking, she grabbed for Sandy and Trent’s hands, coaxing them to run with her. “Come, we’re not safe. Follow me!”
Trent yanked his arm, disengaging himself from her. He ran for his own cover. Sandy ran, following Eve, but in their rush, they lost physical contact with each other.
“Stop! This is the police. Stop or we will shoot!”
“Sandy, keep up with me!”
Ron had seen the mess develop and was on it. He handled the car as a get-away driver would in a bank heist. Slamming on the breaks, the door flew open, “Get in, Eve! Hurry!”
Safely in the car, Eve extended her hand out to Sandy to help pull her in. Their hands touched, then she had a grasp on her. “Jump, Sandy. I have you!”
The shot was ear-piercing.
Their contact was jerked from them. Sandy fell to the ground, the tears in her eyes speaking to her friend. She smiled and then became motionless.
Trent could be heard, he was howling. “Mom, I’m sorry!” He lay crumpled on the ground sobbing like a baby. “I’m sorry, please hear me!”
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