Placing his foot on the remnants of his spent cigarette, Ryan pauses, a thought creeping into his mind. He wonders, for a moment, if his brother had made the same motion—his boot stamping down on his wife’s broken face.
“Jessica,” he begins, his voice heavy with a sense of finality, “I need your help. I can’t outrun the place where I came from, not on my own. The Deacon never forgave my brother. Everyone turned their backs on him. He... he hung himself in the barn. They threw his body over a cliff. He wasn’t allowed to be buried in our ways. I’m done with those ways, Jessica. There should’ve been more help for him. I need your help to achieve the one thing my brother couldn’t.”
Jessica quietly closes her book and places a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, her expression softening.
“Anything,” she replies gently, “What do you need me to help you with?”
Ryan’s gaze hardens, a mixture of fear and resolve in his eyes.
“Help me outrun the Devil.”
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