I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

his eyes were wild with panic, as if he did not know if he was awake or trapped in a nightmare. Then he saw me, and something in him loosened.

“Kendall,” he croaked. His voice sounded scraped raw. “I am sorry.”

My throat tightened so hard it hurt. “Sorry for what?” I asked. “This is not your fault.”

His gaze flicked toward the curtain dividing his bed continue reading …