Thinking of the attack, Trev’s hands balled into fists. I should have…There had to be something I could have done. Screamed for help. Hit one of them with a book. Something. He touched the bandage on his head. Didn’t really have a chance to. Thank God they were in a hurry or I’d be sitting in a jail cell right now.
“Okay, off that line of thought,” he admonished himself. He washed up quickly, being careful of his bandaged shoulder, then stepped out of the tub, toweled dry, and went into the bedroom