I stared at Warren as he held the knife to his throat. His words ached my heart.

“You shouldn’t think so low of yourself,” I softened my tune and wished he could see that I wasn’t trying to be his enemy.

I took a step toward him tentatively, ensuring that he wouldn’t do anything to harm himself immediately, and then moved close enough to get to his right hand which was holding the knife.

My hands gently wrapped around his and slowly moved it away from his ...