Love You More - PDF
نویسندگان: Lisa Gardner
خلاصه: Who do you love?It‟s a question anyone should be able to answer. A question that defines a life, creates afuture, guides most minutes of one‟s days. Simple, elegant, encompassing.Who do you love?He asked the question, and I felt the answer in the weight of my duty belt, the constrictiveconfines of my armored vest, the tight brim of my trooper‟s hat, pulled low over my brow. Ireached down slowly, my fingers just brushing the top of my Sig Sauer, holstered at my hip.“Who do you love?” he cried again, louder now, more insistent.My fingers bypassed my state-issued weapon, finding the black leather keeper that heldmy duty belt to my waist. The Velcro rasped loudly as I unfastened the first band, then thesecond, third, fourth. I worked the metal buckle, then my twenty pound duty belt, complete withmy sidearm, Taser, and collapsible steel baton released from my waist and dangled in the spacebetween us.“Don‟t do this,” I whispered, one last shot at reason.He merely smiled. “Too little, too late.”“Where‟s Sophie? What did you do?”“Belt. On the table. Now.”“No.”“GUN. On the table. NOW!”In response, I widened my stance, squaring off in the middle of the kitchen, duty belt stillsuspended from my left hand. Four years of my life, patrolling the highways of Massachusetts,swearing to defend and protect. I had training and experience on my side.I could go for my gun. Commit to the act, grab the Sig Sauer, and start shooting.Sig Sauer was holstered at an awkward angle that would cost me precious seconds. Hewas watching, waiting for any sudden movement. Failure would be firmly and terribly punished.Who do you love?He was right. That‟s what it came down to in the end. Who did you love and how muchwould you risk for them?“GUN!” he boomed. “Now, dammit!”I thought of my six-year-old daughter, the scent of her hair, the feel of her skinny armswrapped tight around my neck, the sound of her voice as I tucked her in bed each night. “Loveyou, Mommy,” she always whispered.Love you, too, baby. Love you.His arm moved, first tentative stretch for the suspended duty belt, my holstered weapon.One last chance …I looked my husband in the eye. A single heartbeat of time.Who do you love?I made my decision. I set down my trooper‟s belt on the kitchen table.And he grabbed my Sig Sauer and opened fire.