Read Traitor, Book 1 of The Turner Chronicles Page 66
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Perk arranged to have the store emptied. Everything except for the guns and ammo, the knives, the little remaining silver and the buried packages of Talent Stones were moved into a warehouse. The rest of the goods were moved into Aaron's home where Kit and Perk stood guard over them twenty-four hours a day.
The store was torn apart from the roof to the ground, but because dozens of townspeople lent their labor the building was rebuilt in less than a week. Within a few days Cathy reappeared, her face covered with new, shining skin, compliments of Doc's Talent Stone. She reclaimed her gun and begged more ammunition off Kit. After accepting ten boxes of ammo she cried on Aaron, clinging to him and kissing him half a dozen times before she left.
Ten days after the funeral Aaron's eyes opened with the barest hints of reasoned sanity reflecting within them. He looked to Kit when she came to him, and pressed his lips into a hard straight line.
"Are you done thinking?" Kit asked.
Aaron nodded. "We have a job to do."
She nodded. "I know." She got up to leave. "I need to see Doc."
"Why?"
"Aaron, you may die doing this. I want more of you left behind. I won't lie to you. I don't love you, won't even pretend that I love you, but that doesn't matter. Something in you is part of Sarah. I want that. I want more children to remind me of her."
He thought the matter over and decided that the issue had no weight with him. Yes, Kit did not love him, but there was no pain in that because he had no love for her. He had never loved her, and he could no longer feel love for his children by her. At this moment, at this time, he had no love or liking or care for anyone alive. He had no room for anything but hate and hurt and an intense desire for revenge. Admittedly, he might not be sane, but he did not care because no sane man ever tried to kill a Talent Master.
"Okay," he said emptily. "Just hurry it up. We have things to do."