I had laid in a murderer’s bed, thinking about how good his touch felt, how good it was to be taken care of, despite everything that I’d witnessed. Then, this morning, when I walked down those stairs, I was mentally ready to give myself a clean break. I would be professional and leave. Unfortunately, Denver Langston didn’t give me the chance to do that. Woman, you saw me kill a man yesterday. I think we’re well past that.
