Chapter 89
Self-Righteous Suicide
Dimitri
I sat in the entryway, my entire being was exhausted, but I couldn't seem to rest. Drew and Gage went back to one of the rooms begrudgingly; Drew had his mind set on putting as many miles between him and Kavielle as he could. Something in his eyes spoke of a deep sadness—I worried about him, but I wouldn't intrude.
I must have dozed off for a while, then next thing I knew, I felt a few small taps on my shoulder. "Dimitri—"
I sat up with a start, the boy jumping back. "What?! What's wrong?! Are you okay?!"
He looked like a deer in headlights, his hands covering part of his face. "My daddy is gone. He said he was going to the bathroom, but he's been gone too long." He took a deep breath, moving his hands away. "Do you think the bad men got him?"
This dark realization washed over me; the poor kid didn't forget after all. "No, little guy. They are all dead."
