(Mira)
We left the section and walked through the compound.
It was early. Most of the brothers were still inside. The compound was quiet.
Ridge held my hand. Didn't say much. Just walked.
I could tell he was still hurting. Still grieving. But he was here. He was moving forward.
One day at a time.
We got to the armory. Ridge unlocked the door.
We stepped inside.
I'd never been in here before. Never had a reason to.
Guns everywhere. More than I could count.
"Pick one," Ridge said.
I stared at him. "I don't know anything about guns."
"I know. That's why I'm here."
He walked over to one of the walls. Looked at the handguns.
"You need something small. Easy to handle. Something you can carry."
He picked up a black gun. Compact. Smaller than the others.
"This one," he said. "9mm.
