-julia-
My mother has stepped into the clearing.
She picks up my smoldering sweater and sighs, probably when she realizes there isn't any burnt bones inside. I wonder what would have happened if I had still be wearing that when the bomb set off. Would I have died instantly, the blast stopping my heart? Would I have survived to die slowly, a smoldering hole in my back?
How did I ever think that I owed this woman any loyalty?
She forced me into an occupation I didn't want. She killed a man. She forced me to keep her secret. She planned out a teenager's murder. She bribed and blackmailed me to secrecy. She tried to ship me away.
I lift the hand gun and train it on my mother's head.
Diane puts her hand on my arm and stares at me.
Tears blur my vision and I start to lower it. I can't kill her. I can't kill this woman.
But if I don't kill her, she's going to kill me. She's going to kill Diane.
It's not going to stop until she succeeds.
I refocus the gun.
And I.
Pull.
The.
Trigger.
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Clandestine
AdventureTwo young girls from rival families must work together to save their lives. (the lovely cover was created by the even lovlier @clarkethevirus)