“He raised the gun higher, aiming it over my shoulder, and I knew there were no words – no logic – that could change what he was thinking. So I stopped thinking. I stopped waiting. I stopped planning and fearing and hating the man with the gun. I stopped being afraid for me, and I started caring only about my sister.”

“He raised the gun higher, aiming it over my shoulder, and I knew there were no words – no logic – that could change what he was thinking. So I stopped thinking. I stopped waiting. I stopped planning and fearing and hating the man with the gun. I stopped being afraid for me, and I started caring only about my sister.”

— Ally Carter