The police immediately rushed to my side, shouting over each other as they approached. One of them carefully pried the gun from my hand, like I was some kind of ticking bomb. Maybe I was. I didn't fight it. I didn't even flinch. I just stood there, staring down at Wayne's body, as if his death would bring me some kind of peace.
I don't know if I'm going to jail for this. Maybe I deserve to. Maybe I don't. I sure as hell know he deserved worse than a bullet. But justice is messy, and mine came with blood.
Before they could throw cuffs on me, Han burst through the chaos like a force of nature. His arms wrapped around me, and she pulled me tight, burying my face in his chest like I was a child who needed shelter. I could feel his heartbeat, frantic and alive beneath her skin, steady and real in a world that had turned so damn surreal.
But I… I couldn't feel anything else. My arms were numb. My legs felt like dead weight. My whole body was giving up on me.
