Zach runs and runs and runs and runs, crossing the country and coming back again before hiding in his apartment, a heavy sense of panic and guilt sitting in his chest like a rock.
He'd shot someone. He'd shot someone badly. He probably killed someone.
He was turning into his father and he wasn't sure if there was any going back.
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