“I know. I don’t want you to. But they’re coming. You have to leave.”
I took my hands off her. I never wanted to do it, never. It broke my heart.
We looked at each other as the red lights of the cruisers played over us.
“I will come back, Beth,” I said. “God is my witness.”
She tried her best to smile. She whispered, “Run, Charlie. Run.”
And I did.