Danielle didn’t know where she was going. Not consciously. But her feet carried her forward, light and careless, tracing a path they already knew.
She felt Seth's eyes on her, and giggled as she twirled, turning down a street. She gently brushed the trunk of a tree, a smear of reddish-brown blood against the bark.
Deja f*****g vu.
She hit that tree. Punched it. Smashed her knuckles up. That was her blood. Then it had healed strangely fast. So strange.
She giggled as she swung around the tree trunk, catching glimpses of Seth's face. Lines of concern creased his forehead. None of her concern.
She'd thought she was going crazy last night. Now she really was going… going… gone…
She twirled instead of stomped, her feet barely touching the ground, the wind catching her hair as she spun. No
