Chapter 45 Trigger
Trigger
The church bells hadn’t rung yet.
That was the first thing that felt wrong.
I was sitting in my truck at the only red light in town.
I glanced over at the church across the street, tapping my hands on the steering wheel, telling myself I was only this close to the church out of curiosity.
The small white church sat quietly under a pale sky, with the beautiful windows bathed in sunlight.
The light had just changed when the back door burst open.
Rylie.
She was barefoot, running down the street.
Her dress was white, torn at the hem—and she was running like hell itself was on her heels.
“Rylie,” I breathed. I honked my horn, and she sprinted across the street, her hair flying, and jumped inside.
Fear was written on her face so clearly that it stole the air from my lungs. I pulled in front of the Tavern, got out, walked to Rylie’s side, and helped her out.
A shout erupted behind us. My body moved before my brain caught up. I pushed her behind me.