"It wasn't me, son."
Ethan's father's hand slipped from his wrist.
His body hit the ground.
And for a moment...
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
The forest became terrifyingly quiet.
Then chaos erupted.
"Call an ambulance!" Vanessa screamed.
Ethan dropped to his knees.
"Dad!"
There was no response.
Only silence.
And blood.
A lot of blood.
Lucas was already scanning the woods.
Looking for the shooter.
But whoever fired that shot was gone.
Vanished.
Like a ghost.
Then I noticed something.
Ethan's father was still clutching something in his hand.
A piece of paper.
Folded tigh