I could hear my heart pounding beneath my chest. A knot was forming in my stomach as though tightening everything up.
“G-George, I—” I slowly stood up from my chair, my hand trembling, anxious.
“It’s fine, Morana,” he replied calmly before pulling Violet up as her blood continued to drip down her sleeves and onto the floor.
No, no . . . Call me with that nickname again. That’s what you always call me, George.
I look back at Violet, still clutching her arm. Where did she find herself to have a wound like that in the woods? There wasn’t that much hazard in that place. I know because I should have been the only person to know that spot.
They both stood up, heading over to the door. “Let’s get you treated, Violet.” Was the last thing one of my best friends said before the door slammed clo
