First message
It was a sunny, warm day. I had only planned on going to help one of the Aunties with moving her things into her new house. The news played softly as I poured myself a bowl of cereal. I faced the TV and took a few bites before I heard gravel rumble outside and a loud knock on my door. I jump, but I walk over to the door and open it. There’s my best friend’s wife, holding a rifle, looking angry. Pat told me he was here to hunt. She’s holding his star rifle. I felt fire in my veins. What?