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“What’s going on?” Lindsay asked, sitting down at the end of the bench beside her sister.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Colin said coming up behind them and sitting down at the other end of the bench. “I was in the middle of a meeting.”
Sheena nodded. “I know, I’m sorry, but we need to talk.”
“About what?” Lindsay asked. Continue reading “Remembering”

She felt the blood trickle down her leg and the scent of raw earth whispered in her face. Pine needles pricked at her hands and agonizing pain shot through her knee.
I raised my hands up above my head as I stared down the business end of the .45.