It was him, wasn’t it? He threw the brick last night, and now he’s hurt Sam. My chest constricts in a blind panic as I remember the look on Sam’s face when he saw me just a moment ago. Oh God, did he do this because we went out last night? Or because he heard me struggling to get Sam to stop? The worms, the flower, the lollipops—they were all so innocent. But this? This is too fucking far. This is wrong.
Ma’am…nvm
