Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
But as I skidded to a halt, the scene that met me was different, yet no less gruesome.
Lucy was on the grass.
She looked small... suddenly, violently small. She was slumped backward, her hands no longer clutching the gun but clawing at the air. A dark, blooming stain was spreading across the center of her chest, soaking into the fabric of her coat with terrifying speed. A pool of crimson was already beginning to saturate the dry earth beneath her.
"Jesus Christ," I breathed, my voice trembling.
Caleb was on the ground beside her, crying in a way that sounded more like a whimper. Leena was standing a few feet away, her eyes wide, her tiny hands covering her ears.