ANYTA'S POV
“Oh my God, what happened?” The question came out as a worried whisper.
“I went to see my mom,” he murmured, his face buried in my hair.
My heart lurched painfully. Clay's mother was mentally ill, and had been in and out of the institution since he was twelve.
The last time she was put in there, he was twenty. And he'd signed the papers, ignoring her protests and pleas to not be locked away.
He told me she kept trying to convince him that she was okay, that she was sane now.
And that he'd have believed her if only he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night to a sharp pain in his chest as she slowly carved on him.
“Wait,” I made to get up but strong arms wrapped around my waist, making me feel like I was floating.
“Please, just stay with me for a minute.”
I nodded as
