Chloe kissed her son, Brady, goodnight. She double locked the doors and turned off the lights. It was almost eleven pm - the time when Brady woke up screaming in a nightmare. The 25-year-old mom grabbed her blanket, pillow, a flashlight, and her licensed handgun. If anyone was coming after her or her toddler, they'd be shot dead in a moment's notice.
"You know how to take that gun apart yet?" James asked. Radley sighed and flopped back on the motel bed. "No," he said. James stared at him. He indicated the untouched gun on the table. "Did you even try?"
"He will do what it takes to survive. You and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenseless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs. You built cathedrals."-Eliza Hamilton