THREE YEARS TOO LATE MR STANTON
The door slammed open before I could answer.
"Ava, what happened?" Caleb was at her side before the door finished swinging, on his knees, both hands on her face.
"I-I was just leaving my appointment." She hiccupped between words, tears already streaking her cheeks on cue. "I ran into Veronica in the hall, and I felt so bad that she was here all alone, so I came in to see her, and she-she pushed me."
He turned his head toward me, slow. A muscle worked in his jaw, once, twice, and didn't stop. He crossed the room and closed his hand around my injured arm. Pain shot white through my vision.