Through the tiny gap in the sack covering my head, I saw Scott raise his gun. His voice was steady, almost indifferent. "As a soldier, you had to know this was coming. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your family is taken care of."
A hollow laugh caught in my throat. If he had just looked a little closer, he would have noticed. My legs were unsteady. My belly had started to round.
But he didn’t.
The gunshot rang out. Pain tore through my chest, hot and unbearable. Blood spread fast, soaking through my clothes.
Then, I felt something else. A deeper kind of pain. Something breaking. Something ending.
Before my eyes fully closed, I saw Scott rushing forward, catching Jacqueline in his arms. "Someone call a doctor! Jacqueline, are you hurt? I'm so sorry, I should've been here sooner."
Scooping her up, he bolted for the door. Just before disappearing, he shot a glance at the body on the ground.
"Take care of it," he told a soldier, then left without a second thought.
At the hospital, after the doctor confirmed Jacqueline was fine, Scott finally let out a breath. But something still felt off.