The door slammed shut.
The heavy silence inside the room hit like a wall. It smelled like Andrew’s cologne. Heavy and Cheap.
I stood near the corner of the bed. My legs shook so hard I had to lock my knees to stay up. Cold sweat ran down my back. My throat was dry. I couldn't look at Julian.
He sat on the edge of the bed. Hands over his face. Fingers buried in his hair. His chest moved up and down fast.
Neither of us said anything. Time just dragged on.
Julian finally dropped his hands. He looked pale under the lamp light. The cold, smooth look he always had was gone. His eyes were red.
"I sat here," he whispered.
He stared at his hands. They were shaking on his knees.
"I sat right here and let him," he said. Voice raspy. "I had ways to stop him. I could have killed him be
