Annabel's POV

They had the guns pointed at each other, and I— in the middle — did not know what to do.

“No, please. Put your guns away!” I screamed as I stared at both men.

“Seems like this is where it all ends.” Myron said, smirking.

“For you.” Scott added and turned to me, “I've been calling you, Annabel. What's wrong?”

The tears were too much for me to speak, the sobs caught in my throat.

Scott pulled me close, I saw Myron's finger move to the trigger.

“What's wrong? Did he hurt you? Tell me!”

I shook my head and sobbed, “The kids..”

He blinked and then placed...