I shoulder past Malachi and run to the kitchen, slamming my fist on the emergency button on the wall, sending signals to the nearest cop car and ambulance. I glance up at Malachi as he follows me back to my father’s body. “I’ll give you a head start,” I snarl, trembling, the sirens already sounding nearby. “Run, Malachi.”
I have never felt so absolutely baffled by a situation I think
