Chapter 5November 4, Very Early Saturday Morning
Colin settled into the guest bedroom at Marc’s. The bathroom was a wonder, the sheets Egyptian cotton, like the ones he felt at Macy’s one Saturday when he wanted somewhere to go besides work and school. He snuggled down into the soft bed covered by a fluffy down comforter and tried to go to sleep. It was an effort in futility. All he could see was the switchblade, the one that Detective Murphy had shown him pointed at his throat. A tear began to run down his face of its own accord, even though he didn’t want to cry and be a child. His breath heaving, Colin had barely got control of himself when he heard a knock on his door.
Marc’s presence comforted Colin. He couldn’t believe Marc had come to the guest room because he cared enough about h
