They were coming home from
church, a big group, my mom and
Andrew and Isaac, her new husband
and his children and a whole bunch
of his extended family, aunts and
uncles, nieces and nephews. They
had just pulled into the driveway
when Abel pulled up and got out of
his car. He had his gun. He looked
right at my mother.
“You’ve stolen my life,” he said.
“You’ve taken everything away from
me. Now I’m going to kill all of
you.”
Andrew stepped in front of his
father. He stepped right in front of
the gun.