Hannah's POV
“Why didn’t Dylan follow you down there? Why did he let you go down there alone?” Joseph demanded. I sat, huddled in his room, still clutching my midsection, his comforter around me like a shield. The pain had been so excruciating, I think I would be having nightmares about it for a while.
My throat still stung but I had to open my mouth and speak.
“It’s not his fault.” My scratchy voice came out.
Joseph looked at me surprised.
“You sound like someone poured acid down your throat." He stated grimly.
I opened my mouth to speak again. Keeping an ear on what I was saying, Joseph took out his phone and began texting someone quickly. I had a sinking feeling he was taking Dylan to task.
“He was training. I didn’t tell anyone….” I paused to give myself a moment’s break.
