Bob
I could not tell if he was breathing.
Darren’s body was sprawled on a wooden chair, his head hanging lowly, his entire frame still. I c****d my ears and blurred Jere to the background. I needed to hear if Darren was breathing.
I could not hear anything.
Did I want Darren to be alive? My brother had made my life miserable on more than one occasion. He had also subjected Sue to so much suffering. Did he deserve to die though? I was no god and neither was Jere. We had no right to sentence Darren to death.
Jere was shouting. I could hear his voice in the background. Loud and unhinged. I averted my focus back to him.
“Are you listening to me, you bastard?”
I watched as he suddenly sprang from his chair and made large strides towards me. He looked different from the Jere I had k
