~~RAPHAEL~~
I turn back, still gripping Axel's shirt.
Mom?
“Raphael, what the hell?!” Someone else bursts in, eyes wide.
Charlotte.
Someone else tags behind.
Quinn.
The hallway is suddenly filling with f*****g witnesses, but Natalie doesn't hesitate. She looks past the shattered glass we broke that I didn't even notice, directly at Axel, who was still leaning against the wall, utterly broken.
The next second, Natalie darts across the room.
She bypasses the shards of glass and the pooling blood on the floor. She runs straight to her quiet twin.
She rips my hands off Axel’s shirt with a ferocious strength I hadn't felt from her since we were children.
She doesn't even look at me as she pulls Axel to her chest, hauling his wounded body into her embrace.
“My boy,” she whispers gent
