Not only did he have to take half an hour to wash himself clean of every evidence. His heart had to pound, about a million times, before his eyes were able to close, successfully. He laid back and slept with guilt, trying to keep the murder off his mind, while keeping his mind focused on his daughter. She was his goal.
It felt like Baron had counted the seconds while he slept. He felt so conscious of everything like he was still awake while trying to keep his eyes closed. He could swear he heard sirens. His eyes were still shut close and he didn’t have enough sleep or any sleep at all. He raised his back and looked at the clock. It was a few minutes past six, already. He had slept for four hours, yet, it didn’t feel like he closed his eyes for up to a minute. The sirens continued, indisti
