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I could have gone back home. But I couldn’t do it to her. Not yet. Maybe in a few minutes.
I can still hear the faint sound of the radio from behind the door. I’m not sure if she knows I’ve been sitting outside for the past half hour, staring at the wire tied around the banister, leading to the door handle. I think it’ll hold. It should. It’s got to be better than a b****y scarf.
I wonder if the sun’s started to come up yet. It’s got to be about time now.
I wish I knew what the time was. Can’t find a single clock in the house. Not in this light. I almost feel like asking Edith what it says on her clock radio. I can’t though. I promised her that I’d leave as soon as I secured the door. Last thing I want to do is worry her even more.
What the f**k am I gonna do about Sammy? I can’t j
