Lyla

My dad grabbed the shotgun off the hooks by the door, his finger flicking off the safety.

He wouldn’t be that stupid by shooting a cop or one of Hafsa’s guards, right? There was no way he would be that trigger-happy.

I stumbled down into the entryway, grabbing onto the side of the wall before I could pitch forward enough and drop to my knees from the momentum. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, rushing through me ...