Devin’s POV.
My mind stank of guilt as Dylan walked away, scared to death that she could be dead.
I sat there with many thoughts spinning in my head; should I have told her? Would she have listened and stayed quietly in my room? I sighed, rubbing my hand across my face.
“I’m sorry.”
The words rolled off my lips as I took her hands into mine. They felt cold, like the hands of death.
“Who is there?” I asked, hearing the door creak as it turned with little force.
I turned to see an ajar door with only the hand of the person pushing it. My mind remained adamant, waiting to see the person there.
“Hello, Devin.”
The door opened to its full length to reveal the person standing behind it.
“What do you want again, Lori?” I asked with a scowl on my face while she stood there with a smile.
