Hearing that, my chest tightened. I stared at Ronald, then immediately spoke as soon as he hung up.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to see Grace now?”
Ronald looked down at me, voice low and heavy.
“She’s seriously hurt. Got stitches in her head, and she's not in a good place mentally right now…”
I cut him off flatly, no expression on my face. “So you’re just gonna leave me and go comfort her?”
“Ronald, her getting hurt has nothing to do with me. I’m hurt too, and I haven’t even finished my checkup. You’re really about to ditch me now?”
He frowned, those sharp brows drawn together. I stared straight into his eyes, then suddenly scoffed.
“Did it even cross your mind—what if I ended up alone and they tracked me down? My phone's busted. Battery's almost dead, barely enough
