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“D elilah!”
Jonathan screamed her name in a choked voice he didn’t recognize, and let the rifle fall.
Before he could run to her, Delilah’s eyelids slid shut. She uttered a faint gasp and slumped to the floor.
Jonathan dropped beside her. “Delilah! Delilah!”
He called her name again and again.
But, he knew, she could not hear him now.
The dark blood puddled beneath her white dress.
“Oh, Delilah,” Jonathan sobbed, cradling her head in his arms.
Behind him, Jonathan heard a click. He turned.
Ezra had picked up the rifle, which he was now pointing at the minister’s head.
“All Goodes will die,” Ezra said calmly, hate burning in his eyes.
The Reverend Wilson fell to his knees beside his daughter’s lifeless body. “Please do not shoot me!” he cried. “Please!”
Jonathan gently laid Delilah’s body on the floor and stepped toward his father. “Papa, please—”
Ezra leveled the rifle at Jonathan. “Do not get in my way again, son,” he growled, his voice hard and sharp as a steel blade. “I am warning you.”
Jonathan said nothing. Ezra turned back to the minister. “All Goodes will die,” he repeated.
Reverend Wilson clasped his hands together as if in prayer. “Please do not shoot me,” he begged again. “I am not a Goode!”
“Your lies will not succeed with me,” Ezra snapped. “You cannot save yourself. My wife is dead because of you—and now you must pay the price.”
Delilah’s father shook in terror. “It is true! I swear to you! I am not a Goode. Delilah was not a Goode either!”
He turned to Jonathan and added, “Jonathan—she lied to you!’
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