Jacob
There was blood on my shirt.
Not mine.
Leah’s.
I noticed it in the hospital bathroom under the white lights, after Daniel shoved me inside and told me to wash my hands before I scared Bella if I had to call her.
I looked down and saw it.
Dark red on the cuff of my left sleeve.
A smear near my wrist.
Another streak across my palm from where I had touched the stretcher before the paramedic told me to move back.
For a second, I could not breathe.
Then the door opened behind me.
Daniel stepped in, took one look at my face, and shut it again.
“Sink,” he said.
I did not move.
“Jacob.”
I looked at him.
His face was pale. His eyes were bloodshot. He had blood on his cuff too.
“Sink,” he said again, softer this time.
I turned on the water.
It ran too loud against the porcel
