THE SILENCE IS deafening. I suppose that’s because, sooner or later, I will be surrounded with nothing but noise.
As Pavel and Max carefully carried an unconscious Zoey to the infirmary, what I had done hit me, and I was violently ill. Sister Margaret helped me to the bathroom, but I didn’t deserve her kindness. I had disrespected her and her place of worship.
I promised to scrub the blood and vomit from the carpet and begged for her forgiveness, but she said she wasn’t the one I should be apologizing to.
And she’s right.
With that as food for thought, I went back to my room, head hanging in shame.
I am horrified by my actions. If Saint hadn’t intervened…
Thinking of him has me rubbing my arms because he hasn’t come to see me. It’s been hours since he pulled me, foaming at the mouth,
