“Kers?” the voice asked. My eyes remained focused on the knives. “Kersey, damnit, what are you doing?” the voice yelled. It was Graham. I turned my head towards him.
“Kersey. You have a knife in your hand. What the hell do you think you are doing?” he asked, actually yelling at me. “Put it down. Now.” He demanded. The force inside me wouldn’t let go of the knife. My chin was trembling because Graham was so angry. Finally I got to my senses and dropped it.