- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Favorite by Isabel LaRosa)
The second the loud noise rang through the museum, my body moved on instinct.
I didn't think.
I didn't hesitate.
I just ran.
Straight to her.
I barely registered the shouting, the teachers trying to keep everyone in one group and get us to calm down calm, the security guards rushing toward the source of the noise. It was probably nothing—some idiot knocking over a display or a dropped tray from the café.
But for some reason we all collectively thought it was a mass shooting.
But my body didn't care about logic.
It only cared about her… My instinct was telling me to run and protect her…
I'm going to question this urge because I already know I don't have answers… Or more like I didn't want those answers.
Kathrine stood frozen, eyes scanning the room, her body tense like she was bracing for something.
I reached her before I could stop myself.
Before I could ask myself why.
