06. Blood & Determination
On not intervening.
Picked at each shard of glass in my hand. Didn’t want to leave ‘em on the floor, so I kept ‘em in my pocket.
Held the blood at bay with wet leaves and twines of grass. Useful idiot, my old man used to say.
Must disinfect once I’m home.
Where had home got to anyway?
The giant, grey monstrosity used to overlook the park. I would take Daisie, youngest, to the…
