“Let me see your hands” he snarls in an unfamiliar tone that penetrates deep inside my heart.
Before me stands a shadow of a man I had grown so accostomed to. His stiff posture as he holds the shotgun and the rage dripping from his brow was a stark contrast.
I reveal my hands palms facing forward. “Now remove the mask” he spits out as he waves the barrel as some sort of instruction.
“Please” ...