“She’s still in the emergency room,” I replied, my voice dangerously quiet. I leaned my back against the wall, “They're working on her now.”
Matthew let out a harsh exhale, running both hands over his face. “Damn it... I didn't... I didn't actually think she would cut herself, Adrian! You know how she is! She cries over a tiny pinprick! How the hell did she actually drag a piece of glass across her arm?!”
I pressed my lips together in a hard, tight line. Frustration, guilt, and a strange anger boiled inside my chest.
“Thalia never said anything she wouldn't do,” I murmured softly, my voice laced with bitterness. “If she said she was going to do something... no matter what it was, she would do it.”
My hands curled into tight fists at my sides, my fingernails digging into my palms. My mi
