Chapter Seventeen
“Here’s some water.”
“Thanks.”
Gray took the bottle of water from Lionel, who then sat down next to him. It had been a couple of hours since the shooting. They were in the waiting room, pacing the ER floor. Pamela was crying off and on in a corner, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Gray had stopped crying. His hysterics had left him drained and his head empty.
The only thing he kept seeing was the bullets connecting with Kristie. If she hadn’t stopped to text...if she hadn’t walked at that moment...the bullets would have passed her...and would have hit him.
Gray lowered his head in his hands. What if Kristie didn’t make it? If she died right now, after tasting happiness with her at their wedding, Gray didn’t know what he would do. It felt as if his entire life had shat
