72 - Oakley.

"Angela, put down your gun, and I will put down this one." I signal to the gun.

"Mom, do as he says," Eva pushes, which only seems to enrage her mother.

"You worthless little brat." She slaps Eva across the face with her free hand, setting my blood on fire.

"Don't touch my wife," I growl, glaring at her. "Do you want me to shoot your husband?"

Eva backs away from her mother, hatred sparking in her eyes. "You are a pathetic excuse for a mother," she murmurs.

Angela glares at her. "You are the worst daughter I could have asked for." She points her finger at her. "I wish you had died in place of your brother."

Eva's face twists in anguish. She may hate her parents, but they can still hurt her, still twist the knife in her gut. Tears form in her eyes.

"Angela, I said put the gun down," I repeat, keeping my voice calm. "Let's talk about this like grown adults."

"Grown adults!" she shrieks, clearly hysterical. "You are thirty-two years old, and you just married an eighteen-year-old." Her ey