He pointed the gun at the floor, it hung loosely in his hand. He caught himself *almost* smiling at her.
"Sammy..." His mother cautioned him.
"One more question." He nodded his head, affirming that he'd heard his mom. "Have you ever seen the end of a movie?"
His heart was thudding again, because he knew that this was Anne, he knew it but he didnt' know HOW it could BE Anne. Her heart had stopped. She died. Sam had been in mourning for four days, blindly stumbling around trying to care for an infant when he had NO CLUE how to do that. Thank God for his family.
The barrell of the gun caught the carpeting, Sam letting it dangle in his hand.