Chapter 105

Personal vendetta's are starting to become a recurring theme, but I understand why Stella has been constantly on edge and what this means to her. Plus, it's answers. Answers we need to conform for ourselves. So I nod and I don't question her.  I click the safety and seal it into the back of my jeans, but I figure I'll need it soon for whoever is upstairs lurking. I pray I won't get killed and that I'm not making a mistake for this irrational decision. I don't have much time to begin before Stella yanks me from the car and we practically crawl to the staircase on the side. The gun is searing me, burning through my back and maybe Adam is right, maybe I am not fit for this.  But I grip it anyway and we creep up the stairs till we reach the roof and we're staring through glass panels into pitch blackness. "This is crazy," I mutter under my breath and Stella shoots me a look. She wiggles a panel loose and I know she's been here before from that action. It confirms