“Melissa, you don’t have to worry.” Pamela smiled, perhaps a bit too widely. “Nothing much happened.”
Melissa snorted and turned back to the dishes while Pamela retrieved the plate she had nearly dropped.
“William said he saw you lying in the street, sobbing for minutes instead of just getting up and going home,” Melissa insisted, her voice changing to a serious pitch. “In other words, you weren’t crying because of a fall. Something else happened, and you couldn’t take it anymore.”
Pamela gripped the next dish a little too tightly. Damn it. Why did William have to be so observant?
The memory of William shirtless, muscular, and looking far older than fifteen sent a different kind of shiver down Pamela’s spine. Her best friend’s younger brother certainly had his appeal. He already looked
