“Andrew?” I ask softly. It's been over a week since the incident at the park and Andrew still hasn't spoken to me. Mrs. Anderson is not mad at me, to my utter surprise. Neither are any of the others, except for Andrew. Blake was discharged the same day, since the bullet didn't hit any organs, and it went through-and-through. He's not allowed to use his arm yet, but at least it's healing. Andrew is the only one that's mad at me, with reason. I just wish he'll let me explain. We live in the same house, and we are in the same rooms when we eat, but he never talks to me. He refuses to allow me into his room. Whenever we are alone together, he sprints off and comes to hide in his room. I understand that he hates me. He found out about the worst thing I've ever done in my entire life. I just wis
