Charles had got a lead to a good homestead to rob, That happened to be your fathers homestead.

You heard your father walking around downstairs, then the sound of a gunshot. Just one. You might’ve thought that your father had got out a gun to kill a rat.

It was much worse.

Charles soon made it upstairs, slowly opening the door to your room, Seeing you and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a child hiding under the blanket.

Charles was quiet, a sense of guilt rushing over him.