Chapter 6: Carlos
I hurry down the stairs, emotions ricocheting through me like I’m some kind of human pinball machine. Disappointment, rage, and sadness compete in equal measure. Part of me wants to turn around, march back up the stairs, and make Andy finish what he started. It had all been going so well until the call from his mother.
Why didn’t he just let it ring? Would it have made that much of a difference if he had simply talked to his mom a couple of hours later or tomorrow?
I shake my head, knowing I will do the right thing. I get to the bottom of the stairs, thinking how it’s appropriate that the entrance to Andy’s home is a set of back stairs, hidden away. They kind of reflect who he is. I pause before exiting, knowing the door will lock behind me, and questioning myself. Am
