Chapter Twenty-Five
“It’s not fair that Miranda wouldn’t let me see you.” Mari perched beside me on my hospital bed, clinging to my arm that wasn’t attached to a bunch of tubes. “I told her it didn’t matter if you were burned, I should be with you. And she said it was too scary for a child. And I wanted to tell her I was brave and had seen plenty of bad things and I didn’t get scared, but I couldn’t think of how to say it without her getting suspicious, so I cried instead like Harper told us to, but then she made me stay with her for hours while you were in here, but I swear I wanted to come as soon as she woke me up and told me you’d almost burned to death.”
“She didn’t say it like that, did she?” I wanted to hug Mari as much for my comfort as for hers. They’d propped me up in bed to gr
