Emma’s hand flew to her mouth. “You sure you want to hear the rest?” I asked. I’d lived with what I’d seen my entire life, and a simple memory made me sick to my stomach. Could Emma handle this? She nodded. Her hand smoothed over my thigh. “We didn’t know what he wanted for a while. There was no ransom or revenge talk of any kind. But when he started taking the boys one by one into a cabin, and the agony of their screams... I couldn’t believe anyone could do that to a child. Later we learned that he was not only a pervert, but also had schizophrenia.” “What did you guys do?” “There were still some left alive. We put our stupid plan into action quickly. Maybe too quickly. I still think we were lucky to walk out of the mess alive. Me and Derek were supposed to jump on each of his arms to restrain him while Reeve got a hold of his guns.” “But you were only boys.” “I know. But we couldn’t just sit back without helping, and it sure didn’t feel like we were nothing after we’d been trained at the camp to work together and to have each other’s back.”
