“Sand. Mountains. Henry. Dias.”
“And…”
“That…mountain lion.”
“Close?”
“Fifty feet away, maybe?” I squeezed my left eye tighter as I peered through my site with my right. “What the hell is it doing?”
“What isitdoing?”
Doesn’t make any sense. “What’s on its face?”
“Tell me.”
I glance at Henry, trying to read his expression. Does he see it?
I shook my head. “It’s gonna hurt him.”
“Seconds to decide,” said a distant voice.
“His eyes.” I swallowed hard. “Intelligent. Shit. It’s down. It’s down.”
“You got it?”
“I shot it.” I sat upright. “I shot it dead.”
No, no…that doesn’t make any sense.
Nausea welled up in my tight throat.
I tried to make out what I was looking at.
It had been a clear shot.
A sob broke from me. “I couldn’t let him kill Henry.” I leaned forward and rested my face in my hands.
“What happened?” asked Cole.
“I shot a…boy. Fifteen, maybe younger.” I glared at Cole. “I shot a boy!”
“Say it again,” he coaxed.
“It wasn’t a lion. It was a boy.” Tears stung my eyes.
I let out a wail, filled with self-loathing.
Why did Cameron make me remember such a thing?
“We had to release this,” he said. “It had to come out.”
I let out another howl of pain. “That boy had no idea of the consequences of carrying a gun, wearing that uniform. They trained him to kill and he was only a kid!”
“Theytrained him.”
“Why should I have a life? Why should I know what it is to fall in love or have a family? He can’t…because I stole that from him. I stole his life.” I sat back, stunned.
“What else do you remember?”