Beth Pensinger

“I hate you!”

The words erupted from my lips with such force that my throat went dry and pulsed with pain. The cold metal of my 380 Keltec felt odd as it pressed into my temple. Especially since I was the one holding it in place. I’m not sure why I’d put my gun to my head when I’d felt so much rage toward Jerimiah. In retrospect, the only thing I can come up with is that I’d wanted to demonstrate t