I knew this wasn’t good. Jesus, a blind man could see I needed to run far, far away from this situation, but I couldn’t. Fucked up as it all seemed, I was quite content to remain right here, wrapped up in her personal breakdown. More than that, I wanted to wade in and do something, anything, to help her brother. It wasn’t even just about Shannon for me anymore. It was about Joey and three other little kids I hadn’t even laid eyes on. I wanted to help them all. My conscience demanded nothing less from me.
