Chapter Thirty-Two
Amelia I could tell he was upset with me. I could hear it in the heavy silence around us. I could see it in his darkened brown eyes, which seemed to avoid looking at me as he moved about the room. I could feel it in his energy as he stiffly gathered the medical supplies to clean the bleeding cuts on my arms. Did I humiliate him? I wondered feeling more anxious about his behavior than everything that had just happened. I just couldn't stand to see them fight. He pulled out what he needed from the small red kit and placed it on neatly on the table beside me. A word had not been spoken between us since we entered the tiny lifeguard shack. The man from the morning, the one who had been hosting the games, his named was Frank. He had led us to the tiny shack after Jack rudely demanded we be l
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