Her eyes lift to me as I toss aside the blade. “I k-killed them.” I take her face in my hands, and all I see is the trauma in her eyes, the way she’s not filling her lungs. “You need to breathe, Stacey.” “They’re dead,” she says, shaking. “They’re… I…” “Breathe. You need to breathe.” “They tried t-to…”
