For a horrifying second, no one could tell what had happened.
The sound of the gunshot still echoed faintly in the living room.
Evelyn blinked several times, her breath catching in her throat.
The world seemed to slow down.
She looked down at herself, unexpectedly calm, half-expecting to see crimson spreading across her clothes, readying for pain blooming somewhere around her chest or stomach.
But there was nothing.
She was standing, completely unharmed.
Her gaze returned to her father. The gun had fallen from his trembling hands. And she spots blood on him.
William Walters's face twisted in disbelief, his bloodshot eyes wide as he looked down at the spreading stain across his abdomen.
His body swayed like a falling tree before collapsing to his knees, the gun clattering beside him.
Then, the silence returned... heavy and suffocating.
Evelyn's heart pounded wildly in her chest.
Slowly, she turned toward the direction the shot had come from.
Her eyes widened.
