God, he could never forget that either. Or that sound. The sound was worse for him than the actual sight. That sickening metallic crunch. Robbie hadn't even had a chance to yell for help. It came down on his chest and well, the doctors had said over and over they were surprised how long he'd lived afterwards.
Maybe that's why neither he nor Becky had completely given up. That was a tough act to follow.
Colin raked his hands through his hair, debating whether to try and make a run for it now or wait around a little longer. At least he didn't have to worry about the smell giving him away. He was clean and dressed pretty much the way he used to. Jeans and a tee shirt, a heavy denim jacket over it and heave steel toed boots. The weather didn't effect him, but he really couldn't handle wearing the stuff Cara picked out.
Not that it'd cost that much. Maybe a quarter of the money Cara had given him for enough clothing to get by. He'd left the rest on the table where she'd left it.
And his mind was starting to scatter. This time, he couldn't blame being hungry. He'd had some of the blood she'd brought him, and well, yeah. He was just crazy and that made him too dangerous to be around Becky and her baby.
His godchild and niece. Fuck, he'd never even gotten to hold her. Buy her presents and refuse to give her back teasingly. Everything like that. Robbie either. So fucking unfair.
He gritted his teeth to keep from making any more noise in his guilt and frustration. He should go. Colin knew it. But he couldn't make himself move. Not just yet.