Chapter Thirty-Six: Little Timmy Haynes

The spat between me and my brother slid to a standstill, and I heard his noise of confusion as all of my attention became focused on Timmy.

His bare feet were sunk into the mud of the river bank, his large brown eyes so wide they looked like they'd pop out of his head. He looked more like an eerie children's toy than a person right now. He was staring, unmoving.

I could barely tell if he was breathing.

Did no one tell him I survived? No, that couldn't be it. I couldn't see Camille being that cruel after she explicitly mentioned taking care of him. But as he stood there, his skin pale as moonlight, my pulse was pounding in my ears.

What was wrong with him?

"Timmy? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked again as I started to move closer. It was hard to navigate over the sloshes of mud, the traction of my boots sinking into the wet terrain. Still, the grip managed to push me forward inside of stalling.

Timmy finally looked up at me, but his eyes were wild. I could barely keep up with