“It was the wrong thing to do, and I understand it now. I’m sorry for scaring you. You won’t be seeing me again.” What? No! I don’t want him gone. I clasp my hands in front of me and take a step closer to this mysterious man. “You can come again,” I blurt out. “If you need to have a bullet dug out or to be stitched up again, you know where to find me.”
