Mia
Sorry? I blinked at them in surprise. I wished that I wasn't so tired, I wanted to use my finger to clean out my ears. I wasn't sure that I had heard that right. I didn't know them to be someone who could apologize.
What was going on? What had gotten into them? This was surely not the boys that I knew.
I arched my eyebrows at them and they didn't laugh or snicker in amusement as they would have done earlier. They still looked miserable as they were when I opened my eyes minutes ago and saw them.
Okay, this was new and unexpected. "What do you want?" I asked, frowning at them.
We should get this suspense done with.
"We are sorry." John repeated.
I sighed. Why weren't they sorry when I was dying? Why weren't they sorry all those years? Why were they sorry now?
"Did you bring me
