C97 Trapped in the Lion’s Den.

The house was too quiet as I sat.

Andrew had told me he would check the docks for Dontrell. I begged him not to start a fight, and he promised he wouldn’t. But now, sitting alone at home, I couldn’t help but wonder—what had they discussed? Was Dontrell really the one with the shoe? If he told Andrew the truth, would Andrew tell me?

I think he would. Andrew needs me to leave, Dontrell