"I was in a sad miserable shape. I couldn't get either Dawn or Mary to talk to me or listen to me try to explain things. I felt lower than whale shit that Dawn wouldn't let me apologize. Dawn refused to allow me to escort her home anymore, so I had to settle to trailing behind her in the shadows to make sure she didn't run into any trouble.

"Then came the night I heard gunshots in the next brownstone building from Dawn's. I raced by a frightened Dawn, unaware of my presence as I bounded up the stairs, I drew my gun and kicked in the door. There amongst...