Chapter 62

• — Claire LeBlanc —
• My heart was racing, pounding as if trying to escape from my chest. Each breath felt shorter, more desperate. I kept the gun pointed at George, my trembling hands gripping the trigger like my life depended on it. And in a way, it did. I knew he was about to make a move; his eyes told me that. George had always been unpredictable, but now, his madness was on the verge of exploding.
• — "Claire, put the gun down," — he said, his voice low but laced with venom. — "You’re not going to do it. You’re not like that."