Chapter 74
mark screamed, his grip loosening just enough for me to roll away and gasp for air. i scrambled to my feet, grabbing the heavy iron fire poker from the corner of the room. he pulled the glass from his shoulder, blood soaking his expensive shirt, and pulled a small handgun from his waistband. he didn't look like my husband anymore; he was a monster cornered by his own ambition. "do it," he wheezed, pointing the gun at my chest. "shoot me, or i walk out there and hunt those kids down myself." i raised the fire poker like a bat, tears of betrayal and rage streaming down my face. i realized then that the man i had married never truly existed. he was just a ghost wearing a mask. before either of us could move, a deafening blast shook the entire cabin.
