“Sand. Mountains. Henry. Dias.”
 
 “And…”
 
 “That…mountain lion.”
 
 “Close?”
 
 “Fifty feet away, maybe?” I squeezed my left eye tighter as I peered through my site with my right. “What the hell is it doing?”
 
 “What isitdoing?”
 
 Doesn’t make any sense. “What’s on its face?”
 
 “Tell me.”
 
 I glance at Henry, trying to read his expression. Does he see it?
 
 I shook my head. “It’s gonna hurt him.”
 
 “Seconds to decide,” said a distant voice.
 
 “His eyes.” I swallowed hard. “Intelligent. Shit. It’s down. It’s down.”
 
 “You got it?”
 
 “I shot it.” I sat upright. “I shot it dead.”
 
 No, no…that doesn’t make any sense.
 
 Nausea welled up in my tight throat.
 
 I tried to make out what I was looking at.
 
 It had been a clear shot.
 
 A sob broke from me. “I couldn’t let him kill Henry.” I leaned forward and rested my face in my hands.
 
 “What happened?” asked Cole.
 
 “I shot a…boy. Fifteen, maybe younger.” I glared at Cole. “I shot a boy!”
 
 “Say it again,” he coaxed.
 
 “It wasn’t a lion. It was a boy.” Tears stung my eyes.
 
 I let out a wail, filled with self-loathing.
 
 Why did Cameron make me remember such a thing?
 
 “We had to release this,” he said. “It had to come out.”
 
 I let out another howl of pain. “That boy had no idea of the consequences of carrying a gun, wearing that uniform. They trained him to kill and he was only a kid!”
 
 “Theytrained him.”
 
 “Why should I have a life? Why should I know what it is to fall in love or have a family? He can’t…because I stole that from him. I stole his life.” I sat back, stunned.
 
 “What else do you remember?”