Ford
I watched as Dawson left. I knew what was going on in his head. He’s never failed at anything, and he feels he’s failed our girl. I have to admit I kind of feel the same way. I looked at Mic and Davis and they nodded. We’ve known each other for years, we know how one another thinks. I looked at James.
“Hey man, thanks for coming over. Your guys are pretty beat up. There’s some morphine in a first aid kit in the front bathroom. Take the two syringes that go with it. They’re going to need it.”
“Thanks. Hey Isha, feel better. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
She gave him a small smile and a nod. The moment we heard the front door close, she looked at us.
“Where did he go?” she asked.
“He needs a minute, Princess. He isn’t feeling himself at the moment. I don’t think any o
