Finn’s fingers tap the screen again and, now, George is lying on something white and wooden, his head tilted to one side, his eyes open, and streaks of blood line his face. I clamp my hand to my mouth but it’s not quick enough to suppress a cry. The third and final image is a video clip that lasts just seconds but breaks my already fragile heart.
NOT GEORGEEEE I WANTED TO LIKE HIMMMMM ~Z
