“Stop, ow, stop! I’m not going back inside. Dad’s already on his way.”
“He’s not our father any more, Jared. He’s a corpse,” Jane barked. Her long nails dug into her brother’s arm through his jacket. They walked. “He preferred to be that way, judging by the direction of his gun, and we are not bringing him back.”
“That’s not true. Let go of me! You’ve h…