I blink and look up to find Noah standing in the hallway with damp clothes and no shoes on his feet. “I’m sorry, I didn’t.” He nods sympathetically. “It’s okay. Are you all right? Do you need a shower?” I nod and he steps into the bathroom, starting the water. The noise from the shower draws me closer, but Hardin’s hard voice stops me. “He’s not helping you take a shower.” I don’t respond. I don’t have the energy to. Of course he’s not going to—why would he? Hardin walks past me, trailing mud behind him. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t going to happen.”
Oh my GOD JUST DIE ALREADY
