I should’ve run. I didn’t.
I should’ve hidden. I didn’t.
I should’ve cried. I couldn’t.
I should’ve raged, thrown something. My hands never left my side.
I should’ve done something, anything.
But I sat in my apartment, and I waited. That was what I did.
Jake and Sia showed up not long after Dawn knocked Dorian out. She called them, and they came down. Jake called an ambulance, and the cops right after that, and soon the parking lot for The Mauricio was filled with flashing red and white lights and uniforms walking around. The police took Dorian into custody, but I had no doubt Cole would get him eventually. Someone found Ken and loaded him into the ambulance. Dawn went with him, crying because apparently she always brought supper down to him every Tuesday night. They sat and ate spag
