Cin had absolutely no idea what to do. Cin - hard working, practical, resourceful - was utterly out of her depth when it came to cutting down a guy who'd just tried to kill himself. Maybe if she'd given herself more time to think about it she would have just left him. What was Gabe to her, after all? Just some guy she cleaned house for, nothing more than that.
Cin didn't put her neck out for people. Cin looked after her family and left everyone else to look after their own, and she didn't bust in and save people from themselves.
But now, sitting on the floor of Gabe's bedroom while he sobbed like it was the end of the world, Cin couldn't stop her hands from shaking, one of them still wrapped around her knife. The knife was supposed to be for protection, not for this.
She should have gotten up and walked away, left the house and never looked back, let Gabe try it again if that was what he wanted. It wasn't any of her business.
But she kept thinking about Amelia. She couldn't stop thinking about Amelia. What would Cin have done if she'd gotten her down off the fan? If she'd arrived hours earlier?
Cin pulled herself off the ground and tried to imagine the crying man was Amelia, was Ruth, was Jake. In the bathroom she found aspirin. In the kitchen she filled a glass with water and watched the pills slowly dissolve inside it.
(She should go home. She had her own people to look after. She didn't need this.)
Cin returned to the bedroom and sat down carefully in front of Gabe, crossing her legs and holding the glass and waiting, not saying anything and trying not to feel deeply uncomfortable with him crying.