Janie's hands shook and her eyes filled with rage. She didn't have the patience or heart to process the thoughts begging her not to wrap her hand around her gun and aim it at the young man who burst into the room with a knife.
She stood, shakily, and her finger applied pressure to the trigger. Weston ran towards her and With a sound that she had become far too familiar with, she fired the weapon into his chest, emptying the contents of the chamber into Weston's chest, the final shot delivered to his forehead.
Shaking, she dropped the weapon just as Weston's body fell to the floor.