Everything seemed to stop, as Grandfather Aaron's brows creased deeply. Amy couldn't believe her eyes. Her heart pounded mercilessly in her chest, and she had that insane urge to run. Her limbs were frozen and at the same time restless.
Think, think, think…
The old man was going to say something. He was going to slap her, drag her hair, and embed three bullets in her head. She was going to die.
Amy, stop thinking! Think!
Her mind was jumbled up. She needed to stop thinking all those useless thoughts, and at the same time, she needed to react fast.
All of a sudden, Amy flung herself at Grandfather Aaron, her arms winding around her back. If her heart could scream, it would have let out a window-shattering scream.
What in God's name was she doing!? Her sweat ran cold, and her finge
