Amber Morn
The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than sixty seconds. Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, she’d collapse—and the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger. The rest of her group huddled in frozen shock. Dear God, tell me this is a dream … The shooter’s teeth clenched. “Anybody who moves is dead.” On a beautiful Saturday morning the nationally read “Scenes ...
The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than sixty seconds. Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, she’d collapse—and the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger. The rest of her group huddled in frozen shock. Dear God, tell me this is a dream … The shooter’s teeth clenched. “Anybody who moves is dead.” On a beautiful Saturday morning the nationally read “Scenes ...
