Kendra POV

“GOT HIM!” I hear someone scream from the road.

“Bradley!” I scream. He does not move. I push him off of me. It is not easy, but I manage to get him off of me. My husband has been shot.

“Can you hear me?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says weakly.

“I need to go get help,” I say.

I do not want to leave him here alone. I run to the road. Whoever shot him is long gone. I begin screaming as I am running for the cabins. His mother and Chuck are both running in our direction.

“We heard a shot. Are you okay?” She hollers...