ALIANA

I drive down in anger into the shooting range wearing black leather shorts, a loose tank top, hair pulled back, ear protectors resting against my collarbone.

I am beyond pissed at his audacity. "How do you simply decide to change the course of my life without informing me at all?

The magazine is loaded first. Following that, insertion occurs smoothly into place. Then comes the motion of pulling back the bolt handle sharply. I breathe in then bang, bang, the sound go off as I smoothly hit my target and smile.

The clip empties and my hands move to reload without pause.

A cough sounds from the back. The...