The knife was in his hand, poised above his wrist as Rome considered what his mother would think the next time she walked into this room and saw blood all over his bedspread, all over the floor, all over his dead body.
He didn’t think it would hurt. With the pain radiating out of his heart with each breath as he thought about his beautiful wife, and how she was gone now, nothing could be more painful than that. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he made no effort to make them stop.
So lost in his thoughts was he that he almost didn’t realize the tinkling noise he suddenly heard were rocks hitting his window, ricocheting off, and hitting the fire escape below. Once he noted what it was, he turned to look at the window and saw the next rock hit.
Someone clearly wanted his attention.
