DIABLO
There are dumb things people do sometimes. There are really dumb things that should never be done. Then there is what just happened.
Dumb things include not collecting shells after shooting someone. Really dumb things include forgetting to sweep a room for bugs before talking about the latest shipment due at the docks. Then there is sleeping with April.
She was taken without protection. Right now, she could already be pregnant.
In the moment, everything felt right, natural, inevitable. Now the feeling has curdled into something heavy and sharp as I sit on her bed, listening to the water run in the bathroom. Clarity has a cruel way of arriving late. A life might have just been ruined, and not only hers.
I pull on my clothes while she stays behind that closed door. Being dressed
