(April’s POV)
I was a wreck.
There’s no other way to put it.
It’s been a little over twenty-four hours since the attack and I couldn’t get Gretchen and Carley off my mind. I kept wondering what I could've done to prevent that. I also kept hyper-fixating on what I could do to prevent any of the other gruesome images in my head from becoming reality. I couldn’t let anyone else die because of me.
I haven’t heard from Raine all day, either. I can sense her in the back of my mind. She was mourning too and I could feel her guilt. But what was I gonna say? It’s not our fault? Because from where I’m standing it was.
On top of it all, I feel extra guilty now because Alex and Max are fighting. They aren’t aware that I know, but I do. I caught a bit of one of their tiffs by accident this morn
