( Rebecca's Point of View)
People always think that a fight starts with yelling.
It doesn't.
It starts with a pause that goes on for too long. Two people look at each other like they don't know each other at all. Fear is in the middle of the room at first, acting like it owns the place.
I was across the street in the back seat of a black car with the window cracked open just enough to hear what was going on. The driver didn't say anything. He didn't have to. I was looking at Matthew's building, the front door, and the little signs that told me what was going to happen next.
Two men in suits. Another car is slowly pulling up. A uniform I didn't recognise at first, but the light hit the badge.
People on the board.
Security.
Maybe police.
Maybe both.
When you push a domino, you don’
