Page 52 of Run Rabbit Run

His eyes scan all the lights around him, and then jump to this parking lot—tome.It feels like we make eye contact, but I’m not sure. He’s probably blinded. He probably doesn’t know I’mright here.

I’m not abandoning you.

Noah tips his back, taking in the helicopter above him. The men keep shouting at him, over and over.

“Get on the ground!”

“Hands up!”

He doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to be doing right now.

Tears roll down my cheeks, because even from all this distance, I see the defeat and confusion written all over his face.

But then Noah takes a step forward. The yelling intensifies. He takes another step forward.

I close my eyes. And the crack of a gunshot splits the night.

“Noah!” A scream bursts from my throat, but my voice is drowned out by a second shot.

My eyes open to splinters flying from the dock, and the dog barking frantically. Smoke curls against the moonlight. I catch the flash of his jacket in the blur of men descending on him—but it’s fleeting.

“Suspect down!” someone yells.

The dock is chaos. I can’t see him anymore, and every inch of my body starts to go numb. I find myself falling to my knees,the sound of distant sirens now louder than the helicopter above. But somewhere in all the noise and darkness…

I swear I hear him whisper my name.