I did not cry.

Whatever tears I once had for these people had dried up years earlier, on a hundred silent nights.

I got to my feet, and I pushed the hair out of my face, and I looked at the two of them — the panting man and the woman already dusting herself off — and I felt the last thread of anything I had ever felt for them simply part.

Chapter 4 — Get Out

“You dare look at me like that?” Craig said, and I could hear the fear under the bluster, because cowards can always hear it in each other.

“Let me make this simple.