Page 65 of Ashes to Ashes

This was not how our story ended.

This is just the beginning, were my last thoughts as Ash slipped out the door, his gun held aloft.

Heeding his directives, I flipped the lock and then backed toward the bathroom, the pistol heavy and foreign in my hand. As I closed the door, I heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire.

Pop, pop, pop.

Three shots.

Three bullets discharged, and I had no idea who’d fired them or who they’dhit.

I slumped down to the floor, my knees giving out. Watching, waiting … counting down the seconds until my fate was known.

Ash has to come back to me. He absolutely hasto.

I couldn’t live withouthim.

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