Danny's POV
The sirens were so loud they felt like they were peeling the skin off my face. Everything was a blur of spinning red and blue, reflecting off the pools of blood on the foyer floor.
I stood on the driveway, my hands tucked into the pockets of my hoodie because I couldn't stop them from shaking. They were stained. I could feel the copper drying under my fingernails, a crusty reminder that I had just held my stepfather’s life in my palms.
My mum was a total wreck. She was leaning against me, her weight heavy and sagging, sobbing into my shoulder so hard her whole body vibrated. I felt like a hollow shell. I wanted to tell her it was okay, but how could I? I was the one who let all this happen. Even if I didn't pull the trigger, I knew I was the reason the air in that house ta
