"Now stop," Aaron's voice snapped out again. "They're coming. They're coming, okay? Just stay right here. Don't move."
Aaron did not want to be on that balcony when whoever it was came out. The self-loathing, the bitter frustration, and worst of all, the spiraling guilt and suicidal helplessness--it drove him back as sure as anything ever could. He vanished off the balcony down the stair as the lock on the glass door clicked open.