[ She continues to stare up at him, unflinching. Maybe a better person would be forgiving; a Christian woman would be kind. She feels like neither anymore, and she barely feels alive. It seems neither is he, so again, what does it matter?
Anne's lips pinch tightly together, paling, and her grip tightens on the rifle in the only warning before she moves to swing and try to slam the butt of the gun against his stomach. ]
I had you follow my daughter everywhere she went! You dared...!
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Anne's lips pinch tightly together, paling, and her grip tightens on the rifle in the only warning before she moves to swing and try to slam the butt of the gun against his stomach. ]
I had you follow my daughter everywhere she went! You dared...!