It’s too late.”
Chase pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Becky screamed. The sound of gunfire roared through the trailer.
“…!”
Josh flinched, the acrid smell of gunpowder hitting his nose.
For a moment, everything was still.
Chase, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened them again.
Nothing had changed.
Becky was still crying. Henry was still bleeding out.
But Josh—
Josh stood right in front of him, his face ghostly pale, his breathing shallow.
Too close.
Much too close.
Chase’s grip on the gun tightened.
“…Damn it!”
Josh swore and threw the stolen gun—the same gun Chase had just tried to use on himself.

can someone spoil what happens next