JUNE;
“What’s happening, June? Why did you run like that?” Romy's voice demanded. She was panting, from running after me, from worrying about what could be the problem.
Romy stood directly in front of me, her brows pulled tightly together as she searched my face for answers.
My chest rose and fell unevenly, lips slightly parted enough to take in air. I gripped the wooden post on the front porch of our cabin so hard my fingers began to ache. The cold evening air brushing against my damp skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat I was feeling all over.
“You looked like you saw a ghost, that’s if you were not one yourself!” Romy added, her voice lower now, but the grit in her tone said more.
I opened my mouth, searching for the right words to start with. What exactly was I supposed to sa
