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I can’t work up an ounce of syht on herself

“You’re not sorry” Adele shakes her head “None of you are You don’t care what happens to o now? What am I supposed to do?”

I focus all of my attention on Adele I’un at her But I can’t let the fear grip irl “A divorce isn’t the end of the world”

“Yes, it is!” Adele wails, waving the gun around “I’un down,” I say softly She’s scaring id, her shoulders back She looks alaze, the way her lips tremble subtly She’s scared as hell

So am I

“I should just shoot her now and put her out of my misery,” Adele mutters

“No!” I clamp my lips shut, pissed I yelled at her I just showed ister with Adele “You’ll go to jail Do you want that? To spend the rest of your life in prison?”

Adele shrugs “It doesn’tin front of Fable “If you’re going to do it, shootto do with any of this”

“She has everything to do with it She stole you froed toher back ho and gets to be with you whenever she wants” Adele aiht at my chest “I hate her!”

“You hate me,” I remind her “I’m the one who rejected you, who pushed you away It’s ainst the middle of er Clears my head and allows me to focus on what I need to do

Slowly, I reach out toward Adele “Give un”

She shakes her head furiously “No”

“Give it to ripping the gun tight, her index finger sneaking around the trigger “Step out of the way, Andrew”

“No Give Me The Gun”