My body was paralyzed by shock, and I was stuck to the ground like a statue. Not shattered, but unwilling to stand up and face the turmoil that would undoubtedly ensue. Little fingers wrapped around my chin, drawing my face up. I knew it wasn't going to be Griffin or Evers. My brow furrowed as I willingly looked up into Beth's blue-eyed worry. She never seemed to express much emotion, in my opinion. I couldn't imagine why she would be concerned just now. Not until she swiped her fingertip across my brow. I recall feeling something trickling down my spine, but I assumed it was perspiration. As I noticed the blood, Beth drew her thumb back and I rushed away.
She didn't put it in her mouth, as I had suspected. She almost seemed irritated that I would think such a thing. I noticed we were in
