Drake had started raising the pistol again, this time unhindered by the weight of Amanda’s hands on his own, but Amanda leapt forward, placing herself between the gun and the little boy in the forest. 

“No.” she whispered urgently, staring fiercely into Drake’s eyes, which were clouded with a combination of confusion and fear.  “It’s okay.  It’s Jimmy!”

“Jimmy James!” Bonumzi exclaimed excitedly from the side.

Drake frowned, blinking rapidly.  A bead of sweat had formed on his temples, drawing a wet path down the side of his face.  Amanda’s words finally sank in, and he gasped suddenly, lowering the gun with shaking hands. 

“Jimmy?” he asked.

Amanda nodded furiously, smiling broadly.  She tu...

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