She squeezed my hand. "You may not have the opportunity." Her voice and eyes trailed off.

I was guarded. "What are you talking about?"

"Well I left them fighting. I grabbed my keys and went to my neighbor's house and called the police. They were breaking dishes, cursing each other, screaming I hate you back and forth. A chair flew out the living room window; Tay took bricks and broke his windshield and shattered every window on our house. He was a monster; he said he loved you more than life itself. Pierre said something and Tay rushed into the house, closed the door and two gunshots made me and the neighbors blink in stone silence. I was so scared, girl."

Her hands were trembling.