Carter, once again, could not believe what he was seeing. His own son, whom he hardly had a relationship with, had saved his life.
Dennis walked out onto the driveway. Sullivan floundered on the ground in pain.
Carter and Dennis just stared at each other for a moment.
“Son?” Carter finally said.
Dennis smiled. “How’s it going, Dad?”
Carter smiled widely. His son was talking to him for the first time in several years.
“Where…where did you get that pistol?” Carter asked.
“It’s Elliott’s gun,” Dennis said. “I found it in his room.”
Carter remembered what Sullivan had said about Elliott keeping guns in his room. He kept a spare as well.
Jenkins walked up to Dennis and said: “Nice going, boy.”
“Thanks,” Dennis said.
The two shook hands.
“Dad,” Dennis said, turning to Carter. “I’m so sorry for all of these years. I should have talked to you more. I should have spent more time with you.”
“It’s okay, son,” Carter said.
Carter and Dennis put their arms around each other and hugged tightly. Carter found it hard to let go. It had been much too long since the two had hugged. Carter felt completely warm in the inside.
“I love you, Dad,” Dennis said.
“I love you too, son,” Carter said.
Carter was so focused on the reconcilement with Dennis that he almost didn’t notice the police cars pull up. The police officers jumped out of the cars, ready to arrest Sullivan.
“He’s over here!” Stewart and Anderson yelled together. They pointed to Sullivan, who was still on the ground.
“NOOOOO!!” Sullivan screamed. “NOOOOO!!”
He suddenly reached for the gun that he had dropped and placed it against his own head.
“Stop!” an officer shouted. “Stop!”
But it was too late. Before any of the officers could stop him, Sullivan fired the gun and collapsed onto the ground.601Please respect copyright.PENANA8JtdlXuf4G