Ben, meanwhile, was growing more and more frustrated. He knew the dreams had upset her before, but now she was putting those feelings aside to prove a point.
He got out of the bed. "Do you really want to know why I got the gun? Because in my dream I was ready to kill a woman, because her father had killed Alex. And in that dream, the gun felt so natural, so normal, that I had to go to a shooting range and prove to myself that it was only a dream. Juliet, you know I've never held a gun before in my life. I want to show you something."
He left the room. The closet door opened and closed. He returned with a sheet of paper with a human target printed on it. There was a pockmarked hole through the target's face, the width of several bullets.
"First try," he said, grim and sad as death. "Apparently, I'm a natural."