DAMON

I gripped onto the gun, slowly pulling back the trigger, but her image flashed through my head. Her voice echoed through my mind like a haunting melody.

"Baby."

She had whispered earlier, so soft and vulnerable, and I pulled the trigger... away from his head as the bullet struck the concrete wall with a loud crack.

I watched Michael's eyes – they were squeezed shut, expecting his brain to be shattered across the walls and his body to collapse lifeless on the chair. It took him a long ...