Dargan's POV
I took her hand and we walked down a couple of doors, passing crying babies, rap music, and couples fighting so loudly the dead could hear them. I stopped by the only door that seemed to emit some peace and quiet and knocked on it.
“Who is it?” a woman’s voice sounded instantly from inside – laced with weariness and caution.
“Mrs. Darby, it’s me,” I said, loud and clear, knowing she’d recognize my voice. “Dargan---”
The door swung open, and a short, gray-haired woman stepped out. Her green eyes were glassy as she focused on my face, but a warm and inviting smile, spread uninhibited across her face.
“Oh, Darian my sweet boy,” she cut me off and pulled me down for a bear hug that only a short woman could do. “Yes! Yes! Come in! Come in.”
She pulled my arm and I had no choi
