#Chapter 75: The Murderer's Father Speaks

"And I don't know what Elena was thinking," Matilda said to Amy, who had her arms around me, crying gently into my shoulder. "But I was sure she was going to tackle that man with a gun herself when she reached him." "I didn't have a plan, so maybe you're right," I said to Matilda, laughing. "Thankfully Charles knew what he was doing." "Thanks to your text," he said. "I wouldn't have seen it coming until it was too late if it wasn't for you." We were all silent, the gravity of the possibility sobering all of our minds, and yet I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Thinking about the alternative, thinking how close we came, the relief was overwhelming. I couldn't believe we were all okay. Under all the relief, however, I still had a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I was remembering the sound of the gun, of how Charles had knocked Blake Culpepper's gun to the side. That bullet went somewhere. What if it had hit someone like Matilda? Someone with a child? There would