“I’m sorry,” I say softly, and I mean it. “Please forgive me. This wasn’t my intent.” His fingers are already shifting against the floorboards. No one ever stays knocked out for long. Maybe it’s because he reminds me so much of an older version of my best friend, but I don’t think I can kill a doddering man who says things like you’re not a gull to an intruder.
For real though
