Norman:
"It had been two days—two fricking days." Maximus sat on the front porch, his eyes empty as if he had no soul left in his body. We had turned the entire rogue community upside down, but obviously, we couldn't go through every area. Snow covered the trees, rocks, and Goddess knows what else.
"How is Emmet?" Maximus asked, turning his head to me. I sat down on the stairs with him and sighed.
"Not good. Sometimes, he acts super worried, and then the next minute, he acts like he doesn't know what's going on." I was worried about Emmet. Those symptoms weren't good.
And then there was Davon—he had been so weak, too.
"What do you think happened to her?" I watched Maximus's eyes flash with a hint of disaster if I said one wrong word.
"I am sure she is fine." All four of my heartbeats skipped when thinking about Helanie.
Her innocent little face flashed before my eyes—her pity, her sass. It had been two days, but it felt like months.
