Kent was only a few steps down the hallway when he heard the crash and Riley’s cry of pain. His heart jumped to his throat as he turned around, running back to the sitting room. Riley was laying on the floor, a side table knocked askew. She was pressing her hands to her brow, just above her left eyebrow.
“Riley?!” He rushed towards her, dropping to knees just as she tried to scramble away. He could see the blood seeping between her fingers. He grabbed at her wrists, trying to pull her hands away to see but she twisted away, scooting backwards from him.
“Let me see,” he begged, coming towards her again.
“Just go!” she spat, trying to scoot back further but only hitting the wall. He could see the tears on her face and felt his chest ache.
He had done this. He was so busy being upset and
