Chance:
I dropped to the floor beside her and pulled her hands away from her mouth. "Why Betty? What happened?" I asked hoarsely.
She shook her head as a sob escaped her.
I bent down and wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her as best I could.
But part of me felt like this was my fault.
That she'd done this because of me.
I swallowed hard and hugged her trembling form tighter to me, "B-betty, if I did this to you-"
She pulled back and stared at me in shock, her cheeks wet with tears, "No, Chance! No."
I expected her to say more, but she stood up, flushed the toilet, and began washing her hands and rinsing her mouth.
I watched her patiently, and when she finished, she sat back against the cabinets again.
She seemed hesitant to say anything, so I dec
