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••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• After The Shooting Incident Author’s POV ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• The boat cuts through the water, its engine roaring in the desolate night, while each echoing shot from Chloe’s gun fades in the distance as Lane clings to consciousness, his body battered and bloodied. The taste of saltwater mingles with the metallic tang of blood on his lips as his trembling hands struggle to maintain control of the boat. Visions of his family flicker before him like fragile flames in the dark—his sons’ faces, his father’s loving gaze, and the haunting images of his wife—the first night they met—her laughter, a distant echo in his mind. With sheer determination, he pushes himself from his knees, his eyes squinting against the pain and the encroa