Chapter 5
Mac ran about a block before he stopped himself. The guilt inside was like a physical thing, a presence squeezing on his gut, making him sick. He simply halted, expecting the pair to crash into him from behind like some sort of slapstick comedy routine, although there was nothing funny about what was going on.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the running feet to slow and stop as well, waiting for all their breathing to return to normal.
Mac turned back, his hands up like the criminal he felt he was. “What do you want?” he whined. He wished they’d just go away. But he was resigned to the fact that they weren’t going anywhere and that he’d have to deal with this situation with Hamburger sooner or later, whether he liked it or not, for better or for worse. Even if dealing with it
