Natalie's eyes widened as she froze in place.I was still wearing my old T-shirt, the one I always lounged around the house in, my arms wrapped tightly around Tyler.His cheeks had turned a bluish purple, and his tiny hands were still clutching my shirt.Our clothes were caked in mud, our bodies swollen and pale from soaking in the water.Natalie's throat bobbed as a strange, strangled sound escaped her lips. She didn't scream or rush toward us. She simply stood there, staring at us with an eerily blank expression."Emerson, stop this." Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling despite herself. "This isn't funny."She slowly walked toward us. Every step seemed impossibly heavy. Muddy water splashed against her pant legs, but she didn't even notice.She crouched in front of me and reached out to touch my face. "You think smearing mud all over yourself is going to make me feel sorry for you?"Her hand stopped in midair, and her fingertips trembled.Only then did she notice the d
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