All Jimmy could see was red, and his ears were ringing. The blood brought him back to being a child and watching his mother get murdered. He could see the knife, and he suddenly couldn’t breathe. The room was spinning, and Charlie tried to catch him before he hit the floor.

The high-pitched screaming echo of the gunshot was still completely blocking Jimmy’s hearing. He was staring up at Charlie, but he couldn’t understand a word he was saying, fixated instead on the blood splattered across his face.