Chapter 236: Drop The Gun

Savannah The gun was heavier than I expected. Not just in weight, but in meaning—like the moment I wrapped my hands around it, something irreversible settled into my bones. My fingers trembled around the barrel as I lifted it, both palms slick with sweat, my arms shaking from more than fear. I had never held a gun before. Never imagined I would. And yet there I was, standing in the middle of a room soaked in blood and grief, pointing death at a man who had already lost everything. My eyes refused to leave Mom. She stood a few feet away, frozen, her face streaked with tears, her chest rising and falling like she was barely holding herself together. Julius knelt on the floor beside Chloe’s body, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking violently as he clutched her to him. Chloe—my sister—lay motionless, her blood dark against the marble, her limbs straightened in a way that made my stomach churn every time I looked at her. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe grief would stop Julius. Men like