“But the next one will be the real deal. As for the gun, it was used as a threat. It isn't a real pistol.” He laughs hysterically.

Hearing him confess alone brings relief to my soul. The fear in me is now replaced by anger as I flare up.

“There won't be any next time, Caleb. You would be dead by then.” He laughs more, holding his belly like I just cracked the silliest joke of the year, and then his face turns into something cruel.

“Don't try me, Hazel. You know I always get ...