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His hand shook, and his eyes were glazed over. The pained expression on Christofer’s face let Kate know that he was fighting this brainwashing. She believed he could win. She did. Kate had too. Because if he doesn't, he will fire that gun and she will be dead.
“Chris, put the gun down,” Kate ordered, keeping her voice low and soft. “You are not yourself right now, you don't want to do this.”
“How do you know what I do and don't want to do?” Christofer asked, his voice strained.
“Three nights ago you said you loved me, I very much doubt you've gone from loving me to wanting to kill me,” Kate reminded him. She doesn't remind him that she never said it back. Not because she hadn't felt it, she just couldn't say it. It has always been a problem. Maybe it's why her relationships kept failing.